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Pinkie Pie
Rarity
Trixie
Upper Crust
Fluttershy
Flitter and Cloudchaser
Rainbow Dash
Pinkie Pie 2 - Return of Pinkie!
Sunset Shimmer
Vinyl Scratch
Minuette

Pinkie Pie
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Pinkie Pie

Fuck, morning wood was annoying. You grumbled as you brushed your teeth, waiting for your erection to go down so you could put on your clothes and get to Sugarcube Corner. You rotated odd jobs around Ponyville, and today's schedule called for you to help Pinkie Pie with some baking while the Cakes were out of town. Still, you had a good thirty minutes before you needed to be over there. You were in no rush.

Completely without warning, your bedroom door slammed open. Pinkie Pie bounced into the room, cheerful as ever despite the early hour. A brown paper bag hung from her mouth, the smell of warm bread emanating from it. She smiled at you, seemingly noticing neither your surprise nor your nudity. "Good morning, Anon! I thought I'd bring you some breakfast to thank you for hel-"

Pinkie screams in shock as she gets a better look at you, your cock bobbing with your startled jump to point directly at her face. Pinkie had walked in on you changing clothes once before - ponies placed much lower value on privacy than humans - so she knew what you looked like naked. But, she had never seen you like this before.

"Anon! What happened to you!? You're all... swollen! Oh no, oh no, oh no, what do I do... are you in pain? Wait, should you even be standing? Quick, lie down!" Without waiting for a response, Pinkie shoves you hard onto the bed. You let out an 'oof,' as you land, more from surprise than any kind of pain, but Pinkie bites her lip in concern at the sound.

Angrily, you begin to shout at her. Pinkie, just what the hell do you think you're do-

Reaching into the bag she brought with her, Pinkie produces a bagel and quickly shoves it into your mouth. "Ssh, don't talk, Anon! Just stay calm, alright? Your Auntie Pinkie Pie will fix this, promise! Now... the only time I've ever seen swelling anything close to this bad... was... " She gasps sharply. "Oh NO! Anon... you've got a SNAKEBITE!"

Okay seriously, what the FUCK!? You try to verbalize this thought, but the entire bagel Pinkie shoved into your mouth is still giving you trouble articulating, and the words come out as an incomprehensible gurgle. Pinkie frantically dances from hoof to hoof - there's no time to go for help, you're clearly getting worse. From just how big and red your groin is, that snake must have REALLY done a number on you. If she tries to go for Nurse Redheart, the venom could kill you in the meantime. Applejack had shown her an old frontier pony lifesaving technique, once: Pinkie had never, ever expected to actually need it. But there's just no time left. She needs to act now.

"Anon, just hold still, alright? I need you not to panic, you have to keep your heart rate as low as possible! Just lie perfectly still, okay?" She takes a deep, anticipatory breath. "I'm going to suck out the poison!"

With a single acrobatic bounce, Pinkie flips through the air. She lands heavily on your chest, driving the breath from you and pinning you quite effectively. That doesn't make any fucking sense, she shouldn't be heavy enough to do that, you KNOW she isn't heavy enough to do that, you've picked her up plenty of times before -

Oh, yeah. Pinkie.

Without preamble, Pinkie takes a deep breath and lunges. You hiss faintly through your makeshift gag at the sensation - awkward fucked up situation or no, your dick is telling you in no uncertain terms that it is very okay with this development. Pinkie holds your prick in her mouth, taking her time to run her hot, wet tongue all over the surface of it, paying special attention to your sensitive head. She has to treat you, but there's no reason to be mean about it. She makes sure to coat your entire dick in a thin layer of saliva, lubricating it to make the task easier on the both of you. Years and years of rapid-fire talking have given Pinkie's mouth an agility that is difficult to believe, and her tongue dances and plays with your shaft as you never before imagined possible. Her lips stay dutifully sealed around your prick the entire time. You groan, confusion and reluctance fast fading under the most skilled oral assault of your life.

Once your cock is nice and wet, (and harder than ever, Pinkie worriedly notes), she knows it's time to move on. Pinkie begins to suck on your shaft like a giant lollipop, alternating her pace between short, quick, hard sucking motions and long, deep, slow ones, trying to get an idea of what works and what doesn't. Your resistance now fully eroded, you relax and enjoy the best blowjob of your life. Your prick is in full accordance, rewarding Pinkie with a generous dollop of precum, and she smiles briefly in victory at having drawn some of the venom out of you. It gives the pink party pony an idea, as well; maybe, if she gets her whole head in on the motion... increasing her pace, Pinkie locks her lips around your shaft and sucks hard, bobbing her head up and down in your lap.

She is really, really, really good at this, and you know you won't last much longer. Having finally worked your mouth free of its grainy gag, you groan out a warning at your pink savior. "Pinkie... I'm going... to... soon..."

Pinkie pulls her mouth free of your cock with a -pop-, looking back at you. "Oh, thank goodness! Don't worry, Anon, I know just what to do to finish this!" Giving you a quick, reassuring smile - you're so brave! - Pinkie takes your cock back into her mouth. Licking it gently a few more times in preparation, Pinkie mentally braces herself. She lunges forward, hilting your cock in her throat, and swallows over and over again. Pinkie's throat muscles massage your shaft powerfully, rippling and pulling in torturous pleasure.

Pinkie pulls free just in time as you cum, cock twitching again and again and sending lances of cum shooting through the air to splatter across her face. Before too long the pony's face is painted quite thoroughly white, the strength of your orgasm commensurate with her extraordinarily skill. She smiles cheerfully as your muscles uncoil and you collapse back into the bed with a sigh. Cum drips steadily from her muzzle, sharp contrast to the ever-innocent look of joy on her face.

"Yay, I did it! I got it allllll out of you! So, Anon." She leans in close to you, still smiling that heartwarming smile. "Do you feel better now?"

You can't help it. You laugh as you pull Pinkie into a tight hug, her enthusiasm for life infectious as ever. Yeah, Pinkie. Much, MUCH better.

Rarity
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Rarity

As a human, you found yourself visiting Carousel Boutique fairly often. Your need for clothes far outstripped those of the usual pony, and Rarity was very, very good at what she did. This had continued for quite a while until your wardrobe was adequately stocked, but to even your own surprise, you still frequently found yourself visiting the fashionista at her place of business. You'd make some excuse about some exotic piece of human clothing you needed the gorgeous mare to produce for you, and often wind up making small talk with her as she began drawing up designs.

And every single time she turned her back, without fail, your eyes would be glued to that immaculate, firm, bouncy white ass. You couldn't get enough of the unicorn. every time you heard that alluring voice, you could only imagine how wonderful those lips would be wrapped around your cock; every fleeting glimpse of that tight, inviting marehood had you desperately struggling to inconspicuously hide your raging hard-on. You'd spent more than one sleepless night tossing and turning as you thought about those beautiful blue eyes, staring up at you seductively as her mouth smoothly bobbed up and down on your shaft. Rarity pursued perfection in all things she did, so you could only imagine how skillfully her tongue would tease at your cockhead between soft but insisting sucking.

"And, done!" You are shaken from your reverie by Rarity's triumphant voice, as she floats over a small box containing the pair of ties you had asked for. The glow from her horn fades away as she gently places the box in your lap, and you only just barely manage to stifle a groan - if you didn't know better, you'd swear she'd had her magic give you a quick stroke through your pants as she set it down. "I think you'll be pleased with the results! Oh, and darling... since you've always been such a good customer, I included a little something extra. Just a personal gift, from me to you."

You open the box, and frown in confusion - a disposable camera? What in the world is this for? Seeing your obvious puzzlement, Rarity gives you a satisfied little smirk. Suddenly, she darts forward, rearing up on her hind legs and bracing against the wall behind you. Her head now level with yours, she leans towards you, and whispers breathily into your ear: "So you can take a picture, darling. It'll last longer." Letting her words sink in to your stunned mind - she knows, she's ALWAYS known - she drops back down to all fours. Turning, she lifts her tail and teasingly presents herself. A thin trail of moisture runs from her slit. "Well? I'm ready for my close up..."

The camera drops from your hands, completely forgotten as your higher brain functions essentially shut down. With your dick as hard as it's ever been, your body seems to be screaming at you to push your way in and fuck the perfect little pony senseless, right there on the spot. Somehow, you manage to resist; you don't think a classy lady like Rarity would appreciate being jumped so crudely. There's no way you're settling for just a little tease either, though. Abruptly, the solution comes to you. Smiling widely as you lick your lips, you quickly drop to your knees. Taking Rarity's flanks into your hands, you dive forward before she can react, faceplanting into her soft pussy.

Rarity's shocked squeal quickly turns into a low moan as your tongue lashes out, driving as deeply into her as it can. You inhale deeply as you eat her out, keeping a firm grip on her flanks to ensure the highest possible ratio of face-to-ponyflesh. Her sex tastes faintly of vanilla, and you murmur in satisfied appreciation as you live out so many long-held fantasies. Rarity smiles back at you, trembling at your touch as she desperately fights to maintain composure. "S-such a gentleman! I'm pleased to s,seeeeee you know the proper way to treat a lady-eeeeee!"

You feel reasonably confident you could die happy right now, but nonetheless, you're still not out of fantasies to enact yet. Not even close. You hesitate a moment - this one might get you in trouble. Still, you've come this far; you might as well go all the way. Steeling your resolve, you lift your face - now dripping with the cute pony's copious juices - from Rarity's sex, and give her tightly puckered ass a long, slow lick. Rarity immediately goes dead silent, her eyes widening, and her entire body stiffens. But she's not protesting, and so you quickly continue your assault, drawing your tongue in a long, slow circle around her tight little donut before pressing your lips to it in a perverse emulation of a kiss. You seem to drown in the sensation of the hot, soft flesh against your lips. You noisily kiss her cute little asshole several times as Rarity goes limp above you, scarcely more than twitching as her mouth opens in a prolonged, silent "o." Eagerly, you tease your tongue inside the tight, grasping hole. Rarity groans, pressing back against your face as you tongue-fuck her smooth ass.

Eventually, the fashionista has had enough. She pulls free almost violently, leaving you momentarily disappointed - until Rarity, with an almost manic look on her face, takes your prick in her magic field, steadying it before plunging down hard, taking you to the hilt in a single movement. "Fuck me. NOW." The fashionista almost seems to growl the words. You'd hate to disappoint a lady.

With both of you already so close to the edge, it only takes a few moments of frantic thrusting before you blow your sizable load in the disheveled unicorn. Feeling the spreading warmth within her, Rarity shrieks loudy in the throes of her own orgasm. Her eyes roll as she weakly collapses on top of you from the tremendous exertions of your activities. Several seconds later, the panting pony just barely manages to lift her head enough to look you in the eyes. Kissing you softly on the lips, she murmurs a barely audible "Love you..." before once again collapsing atop you - this time, out cold. You don't bother moving her - it'd be a shame to disturb the poor girl. Besides, a nap doesn't sound so bad to you either, right now....

Trixie
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Trixie

You still had no idea why you, of all people, had received an invitation to the Grand Galloping Gala. Your bet was on some curious noble's idea of excitement - inviting the human, how risque! Well, that or the mail mare had gotten envelopes confused again. Either way, it didn't really matter to you. It was something to do and hey, free food. So far the party was kind of a letdown, but at the very least you were becoming well-acquainted with Princess Celestia's extensive wine collection. In fact, you thought to yourself, it was just about time for another refill. Making your way to the refreshments, you quickly procured another glass of the red to tide yourself over for a few minutes.

Your return trip was quickly foiled, however. Finally having relaxed enough to pay a bit less attention, you failed to notice the mare standing almost directly behind you as you turned, colliding solidly with her in the process. You managed to keep your footing - barely - but your drink was not so fortunate. It slipped from your hands, quite thoroughly covering the evening dress of the startled blue unicorn, who yelped in surprise. You winced. This... wasn't going to be good.

"You stupid oaf!" The unicorn gives you no chance to apologize, immediately shifting to loud, affronted anger. "What do you think you're doing!? The Great and Powerful Trixie will not tolerate such insolence! If you ruined my- " She cuts herself off with a gasp as she surveys the damage to her formal wear for the first time. "This... is an outrage! My dress is... and, red wine... and... and.... YOU!" Her face screws up in a twisted mask of anger, and for a moment you shift one foot back defensively - she almost looks like she's going to charge you. The two of notice almost simultaneously, however, that the nearby din has quieted considerably. It seems you've made a bit of a spectacle of yourself, and several nearby partygoers are watching.

Visibly struggling to compose herself, the unicorn - Trixie, was it? - manages to rein her fury down to a look of cold, imperious disdain. Sensing that you might not get this opportunity again later, you quickly and profusely apologize for staining her lovely dress. Opening her mouth to give a no-doubt sharp reply, Trixie suddenly stops. An evil smirk creases her face; you don't know what that's about, but something tells you you're not going to like it. "Oh, it's quite alright. Trixie understands. These things happen. Trixie is nothing if not forgiving. By all means, let's keep enjoying the party. In fact... I think I'll keep you company for a bit. Surely you don't mind, do you?"

This has trap written all over it, and you feel a sinking sensation in your gut. Still, you don't see any way out, either - most of the attention has shifted from you as the situation apparently defused itself, but there are still a few curious sets of eyes on you. Even if it was an accident, you were pretty clearly at fault. Refusing Trixie's request right now could be very, very bad for your social life. And so, waiting for the other shoe to drop, you politely smile and tell Trixie you would be honored to join her for a bit. She smiles charmingly at your response. You are reminded somewhat of a cat preparing to pounce. "Excellent! Let's mingle, shall we?"

True to her words, Trixie guides you through the crowd for the next half-hour, introducing you to ponies - it seems she's quite well-traveled - and guiding you in harmless small talk with the various audiences. It's all... rather anticlimactic, really, and you begin to feel yourself relax. Maybe she really was being forthright, and you were just reading too much into those looks. After all, any mare would be furious to have wine spilled on her dress at a party like the Gala. Trixie has been nothing but polite since then, however. In fact, you couldn't help but notice, she was really pretty cute. What was a mare like her doing here alone?

"Aha! Just what Trixie has been waiting for." You are awoken from your musings by Trixie's voice. Following her gaze, you find she's leading you towards a particularly tall, curvy unicorn mare. Even you know who this is - Fleur De Lis, THE Equestrian supermodel. Widely considered the very picture of grace and poise, Fleur had taken the fashion world by storm and rapidly become a household name in Canterlot. There wasn't a colt in this city who hadn't had a few steamy fantasies about this mare. Even you had to admit, she radiated a confidence and refinement that was captivating. "Fleur! It's been ages! The Great and Powerful Trixie sees that you are doing well. Very well." Faintly, you see a shimmer envelope Trixie's horn. Magic? What's she doi-

Softly, gently, you feel your dick being stroked through your pants by an invisible tendril of force. You freeze.

"It has indeed been a long time, Miss Trixie. Lovely to see you again. But come dear, you must introduce me to your new friend."

You smile as best you can, Trixie's magic continuing to run smoothly up and down your shaft - it's beginning to have an effect, and you shift awkwardly as you find yourself pitching a tent in your pants. Trixie certainly doesn't seem to be slowing down, at any rate; as you exchange introductions with Fleur, she gives your rapidly-hardening length a firm squeeze. Your voice jumps an octave, unintentionally causing you to let Fleur know what a 'big f-AAAAN!' you are of her work. The supermodel pony gives you an odd look, but thankfully doesn't seem to notice that you're now standing at full attention, Trixie's magic continuing to gently pump you under your clothes. A few minutes later, Fleur politely excuses herself. You quickly lean in towards Trixie, harshly whispering that that's enough, she's made her point. Trixie smiles innocently.

"Why, whatever do you mean? Trixie is just trying to show her new close friend a good time. You're having a good time, aren't you? In fact, Trixie noticed your 'appreciation' for Fleur de Lis... how shameless of you! Wouldn't it just be a horrible embarrassment if somepony else saw that? This is the biggest event in Equestria; Trixie bets if you made a fool of yourself here, all of Canterlot would be talking about it for months. Oh, but enough of that. Let's go mingle some more, shall we?"

This is bad. Trixie seems to be able to reach under your clothes both invisibly and easily. Comparatively, you doubt you could break her concentration in anything close to as subtle a manner, and avoiding a scene is your whole goal here. Nothing for it then; you've got to get out of here. Quickly and quietly. Even despite the massive size of the ballroom, however, the place is packed wall to wall, and your pace is agonizingly slow as you make your way towards an exit. Trixie smirks at your obvious dismay, and her horn glows slightly brighter for a brief moment. Immediately, you feel the slow, gentle strokes of raw magical power caressing your cock turn into an soft, warm, slightly tingling, enveloping sensation - she's completely engulfed your prick in her field! Already on edge from the previous stroking, you hunch over and groan slightly. God damn, that feels good.

Your physical reaction does not go unnoticed. "Are you alright, my little p- my friend?" You find yourself wanting to sink through the floor in horrified anticipation, and even Trixie seems to falter for a moment. Before the two of you stands Princess Celestia. As you assure the princess that you're fine, you just felt dizzy for a moment, the evil gleam in Trixie's eyes renews itself. The magical field holding your shaft, wonderfully comfortable but inactive before, begins to suck at you, pulling and massaging you from balls to glans. Some tiny, irrational part of your brain is half amazed you haven't burst right out of your pants yet, and your cock twitches in appreciation at the wonderful sensation. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Trixie's throat moving slightly, and start as you hear her voice somehow whisper right in your ear: "Ever wonder what it'd be like to cum all over her face? Oh, you're thinking about it, don't deny it. The most powerful being in the land, smiling gratefully up at you as your seed drips from her muzzle..."

You steel yourself mentally. It's starting to get really difficult to resist, Trixie's magic working your fully engorged shaft alternatingly in hard, frantic motions and hellishly luxurious slow, smooth ones. You smile politely and thank the Princess for hosting such a wonderful event as all the while, the talented showmare at your side whispers lewd suggestions in your ear. With Herculean effort, you somehow manage to make it through the entire conversation and excuse yourself, much to Trixie's disbelief - she'd been sure she had you! You were going to blow your load in your pants, right in front of the Princess; it would have been perfect! Trixie scowls; now free of the entangling conversation, you are redoubling your pace towards the exit.

Not yet. Trixie is not done yet. Bad enough you had humiliated her at the Grand Galloping Gala, you were NOT going to defeat her revenge as well. The boisterous showmare still had one more powerful card to play. It was a little-known fact that unicorns were capable of transmitting specific sensations through their telekinesis; it wasn't something they had very much use for in general. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and Trixie wasn't about to let you escape tonight unscathed. Taking a deep breath, Trixie once more alters the magic flowing around your length.

And plunges you into the tight, wet, warm sensation of her pussy.

Your knees buckle and you gasp aloud, almost not even caring about being discovered anymore. Trixie herself has a slightly glazed look in her eyes, and a faint panting in her breath - the link goes both ways, and even though you are not physically inside of her, she can feel every inch of your iron-hard prick spreading her open under her dress. The pleasure is agonizing to both of you - it's been a long, long time since Trixie has been stretched like this, and she's finding the sensation much harder to focus through than she remembers. For you, who've been on edge for what feels like forever now, the welcoming embrace of Trixie's tunnel very nearly sets you off on the spot. You lurch against the nearby wall as the unicorn grinds her hips, invisibly fucking you in the middle of the most prestigious party in Equestria. It's hopeless; you'll never make it out in time. You can scarcely even think about anything besides how good Trixie's cunt feels, much less any sort of escape plan. Once more, a low, loud groan escapes you as Trixie milks your shaft relentlessly, beginning to look more than a little flushed herself.

Once more, your discomfort does not go unnoticed - and once more, by the unluckiest of company. "Art thou well, subject? Thine complexion is most ruddied." Princess Luna's imposing figure is contrasted by the concerned look on her face. This time, you're not awestruck or surprised at all - every ounce of your concentration is busy focused on not blowing your load. Luna's frown deepens as you tell her you're not feeling well in a trembling voice. You figure there's no chance you're getting away without arousing suspicion this time; you might as well not bother trying to sound normal. Once again, Trixie's voice seems to echo in your ear from nowhere at all, though it's somewhat more strained than before. "Oh... Princess Luna sure has an amazing body, doesn't she? Trixie bets she's a screamer in bed." Her magic plunges up and down, pulling you in and out of her sex at a rising pace. Every inward thrust is a hell of pleasure; you won't last much longer. Weakly, you assure the Princess of the Night that you just feel a little dizzy and need to get some fresh air.

"You are sure of this? We can accompany thee to make sure thine illness is a passing thing, if you should wish." Oh God, Princess, stop being nice! Managing a smile through the beads of sweat adorning your face, you once again assure Luna that you will be fine. She looks unconvinced, but agrees nonetheless. "Very well, subject. If thou shouldst change thy mind, please ask a steward for assistance at once." You promise that you will. Suddenly, Trixie pulls you completely out and leaves you there, much to your surprise. You aren't kept in suspense for long, however, as her thrown whisper once more reaches your ear. "Something tells Trixie you would do best to gag her, and take her from behind. Even then, they'd hear her moaning up and down the hall when you claimed her. And if anypony didn't hear the moans, they'd definitely hear her scream when you... did... THIS!" And with that, Trixie rams your whole length back inside of soaking pussy, hilting you in a single thrust.

It's too much. It's way, way too much. Not bothering with appearances now, you turn and limp as fast as you can for the freedom of the door. You've been edging your way there for the better part of half an hour under Trixie's relentless torment, and now the servant's entrance is finally within reach. You feel your balls twitching with imminent orgasm, and you gasp as you throw the door open to make good on your escape.

"No, no, NO! Trixie will NOT lose! You will NOT beat the Great and Powerful Trixie!" You ignore her completely. At this point, it's probably too late to embarrass you; you're halfway through the door already, well out of sight of just about anyone. But Trixie is furious at your thoroughly unexpected fortitude; she's not quitting now. Quickly running past you, she plants herself in the narrow hallway in your path. On sheer impulse, magic flares powerfully through her horn one last time, your pants harshly pulled down to expose your enormous erection for all to see. You will NOT escape. In one more powerful thrust, Trixie hilts your dick in the tight, hot, grasping sensation of her body. But this time, in the even hotter, tighter, thoroughly wonderful sensation of her virgin asshole.

With a sharp cry, you fire shot after enormous shot of long-delayed hot cum all over Trixie's face.

When your orgasm finally subsides several seconds later, Trixie's stunned face is almost completely white. Her wide eyes stare at nothing in particular, and the only sound is that of cum dripping steadily to the floor from the tip of her muzzle. Though thoroughly exhausted from your ordeal, you have to wonder if you just broke her.

Several minutes later, Trixie finally stirs. Wordlessly, she looks up at you. Then to the sizable cum puddle at her hooves. Then back to you.

"... Trixie is NOT cleaning that up."

Finally, something the two of you can agree on.

"Trixie thinks we should leave. Quickly. I know a bar not too far from here. You are going to buy Trixie enough liquor to forget tonight ever happened. Understood?"

You can get behind that.

Upper Crust
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Upper Crust

Even through the heavy wooden door of the restaurant's private dining, you hear snatches of the argument. It wasn't all that uncommon when you're busing tables in upper-class Canterlot; rich people always seem to be yelling at each other about something or other. You guess if they don't have real problems, they have to invent some. Still, you try not to pay too much attention, and don't get much impression beyond 'loud and angry.' Canterlot quietly tolerated the presence of you, a human, but only when you were mostly out of sight and mind. You'd found a nice, quiet little niche in the food business, and it suited you just fine; you didn't want to make waves. Cleaning wasn't one of your favorite duties, but since it was for rich ponies it still paid pretty damn well, and you were almost done for the day. Unfortunately, that was when she busted into the room.

"FUCK YOU, JETSET!" She screams behind her as she slams the door in another pony's face. Without sparing you a glance - you're not even sure she's noticed you - she begins furiously pacing back and forth, muttering to herself all the while. "Married for ten years... thinks he can tell me how to spend MY money... think's he can fuck around with any mare old enough for her cutie mark behind my back...!" She rears, stomping both forehooves down angrily on the floor. Her face is frozen in a snarl. "I'll show him! He thinks I need him? I can have any stallion I want! Ohhh... oh yes, I like that. If word got out... it'd humiliate that prick..." Her rage slowly subsiding into a calculating smile, she snaps back to the room, acknowledging you for the first time with the hungry smile of a predator. "You."

Oh, you know where this is going. Fuck that shit, this bitch is crazy. You give a short bow and begin to politely excuse yourself from the room. She cuts you off halfway through your servile little speech. "You're perfect. I've seen you around. Bad enough if I was sleeping with another noble, but riding a disgusting animal like you? Jetset's will be a laughing stock in Canterlot." A flash of anger rises in you at the casual defamation, but you force it down and try one more time to make a graceful exit. She doesn't let you finish this time either. "If you walk out of this room, I WILL see to it that you're fired. And personally make sure you never work in this town again."

You grit your teeth. Check and mate.

Upper Crust simply gives you a superior smirk, clearly recognizing your annoyance for what it is. Her horn lights up, and moments later the two of you are completely naked. She looks you over with the eyes of an appraiser. "Well, not the worst I've ever seen. I suppose it'll have to do." She turns away, lifting her tail and presenting herself, and you force yourself to keep your fingers from curling into fists at her dismissive attitude. "Well? Get me ready, beast. Use that tongue of yours."

No point balking after you've come this far. Reluctantly, you get down on hands and knees before her, taking her flanks in your hands and getting in a good, long lick. You feel your cock begin to twitch in appreciation; she may be a bitch, but she clearly takes care of herself all the same and you've come to appreciate the intricacies of the pony form. If you close your eyes, you're almost able to pretend she's one of the cute mares you've had your eyes on in town. Beginning to enjoy yourself, you lean further in, pushing your tongue into her depths as far as they will go, breathing her scent in deeply as you relish in the taste of her rapidly-moistening marehood. She gives off a happy little sigh and arches her back a bit more, pressing into you. Before long, you find yourself ready, and so is she.

"Stop!" She orders. You're reluctant, and press on for one last kiss on her cute little clit. Her eyes cross slightly from the sensation, but the moment passes quickly as she becomes angry. Her horn lights up, and you feel a tingling sensation envelope your balls for just an instant as her magic surrounds them... followed by a harsh squeeze. You back off immediately, gasping in pain as she lets go. "I said STOP. I am in charge here, beast. I do not care what YOU want. You will do what I say, when I say it. Understood?" Your fury at her attitude reaching new all-time highs, you nod wordlessly. She seems satisfied that the point got across, and once more faces away from you, offering herself. "Good. Now, rut me!"

It is then, standing over her as your fury wars with your iron-hard erection, that you make one of those very simple observations that nonetheless change everything. Your anger disappears in an instant, replaced by an evil glee at the beautiful simplicity. Upper Crust's back is turned, and her pretty little pussy is completely exposed... as is the tight little asshole right above it.

She said rut her, right? Well, you'd hate to disappoint.

Quickly, you running a hand along her slit and then up and down your cock to coat it in her juices. Once sufficiently lubed, you grab her hips and thrust forward. Hard, not giving her any time to react.

"Wha!? Wait, what are you - AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Oh God, her ass is tight. So tight that you don't get very deep at all before her vice-like grip on your cock prevents any more movement. Then, as she clenches in a mixture of pain, surprise, and panic, it's all you can do not to cum on the spot. Gritting your teeth, you ride out the wonderful sensations as her hot, tight ass does seemingly does its best to milk you dry. Gasping, she turns weakly to face you, tears in her eyes from the exertion. "This isn't what I- AHHHHH!" She cuts off in a scream as you take advantage of the lull to push into her again, groaning as she once more clamps down on your length. It's getting a little easier to thrust now, and you increase the tempo, extracting a little cry from her each time you drive forward. You notice her horn light up weakly with a faint light, and quickly reach forward, taking it in your hand and rubbing up and down its length. Unicorn horns are usually just hard keratin, but when the unicorn in question is actively channeling the organ becomes quite sensitive - silently, you thank the biology textbook you skimmed on your arrival in this world.

Upper Crust cries out from the stimulation, the last of her resistance dying out as she fully embraces the feelings coursing through her body. She wanted to be rutted by a filthy beast, and she was getting exactly what she asked for - she just never thought it would be so GOOD. Just knowing that this lesser creature was violating her, dominating her, CLAIMING her so fully, was sending sparks shooting through her as she'd never imagined possible. She begins to whimper slightly, driving back against you every time you thrust, desperate for the hard slapping sound of flesh on fur as you mate with her.

Eventually she cums screaming, nearly blacking out from the hardest orgasm of her life. As her entire body tightens, you drive into her one final time before releasing, filling her still-tight ass with your seed. Pulling out with a satisfied sigh, you watch as her asshole begins to to close, hardly a drop leaking from her. The thought that she'll be carrying your cum around for a while pleases you. For her own part, Upper Crust is reduced to a panting, sweating mess on the floor. She doesn't attempt to stand - she doubts her poor, abused body could take the strain just yet. Feeling pleased with yourself and your creative revenge, you leisurely pull your clothes back on and begin to walk from the room - something told you Upper Crust had gotten the message about insulting you.

"W, wait!" She cries out weakly as you pull the door open. Curious, you turn to look at her. What the hell could she possibly want now? To get in one more blustery threat? Meeting your gaze, she swallows hard before speaking.

"S... same time next week?"

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Fluttershy

You'd never been much of a tea person before you met Fluttershy. Truthfully, you still weren't. But it made for a lovely excuse to spend time with the beautiful, charming mare, and that was just fine with you. Ever since you arrived in Ponyville, Fluttershy had been one of your closest friends. It took a little while to overcome her initial timidity, but once you had, you had discovered in the young pegasus a kindhearted, intelligent, trustworthy, endlessly caring friend. You had almost nothing in common with her, and yet still could spend hours just chatting. It also didn't hurt that she had a dazzling smile. You found your social skills rapidly improving, just for the opportunity to tease it out of her more often.

Today, you were having some difficulty with that, though. Fluttershy was as polite as ever, of course, but there was a vague sense of distraction in everything she said or did, as though she was only half paying attention to whatever you said. Her wings twitched periodically as though anxious to take flight. She would not quite meet your eyes directly. You were confused, of course, but resolved not to be too upset about it. Everyone had off days. Maybe you should just give her some space and leave early today. Just as you begin to politely excuse yourself, however, Fluttershy closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and speaks.

"Umm... What do you think of me?"

You blink. That was a thoroughly unexpected question. An easy enough to answer one, though. Fluttershy is kind, and beautiful, and the best friend you could ever ask for. You tell her as much, cheerful enthusiasm in your voice.

Fluttershy exhales heavily, looking away as she does so. "Oh... yes. Very... very good friends. I'm happy you think so."

Frowning, you ask her if everything is alright. Fluttershy favors you with a warm smile, which would probably fool you if you didn't know her so well. "Oh, of course! Everything is... everything is..." Her smile fades. "No. Everything is not fine."

Okay, now this REALLY isn't like her. Leaning in close, you softly but urgently ask her what's wrong.

It's a long time before she answers, still facing away from you. "... I've never been very good at talking to others. And, I'm not very good at standing up for myself, either. It seems like every time I ever try, something goes horribly wrong, and ponies wind up getting hurt. For a long time, I thought that meant I wasn't supposed to want things. If all it ever does is hurt me and hurt others, then I should just... accept the way things are.

But... then I saw Rainbow Dash get into the Wonderbolt Academy. Her dream come true. She was so happy, I thought she was going to burst... And I knew the only reason that happened, is because Dashie knew what she wanted, and went after it. And it made me think that maybe sometimes, it's okay to be a little selfish. That maybe it's time to go after what I want, too. And," She gulps in anticipation, trembling slightly. "Wh... what I want... is this."

Spinning around, she wraps both forehooves around your head, and pulls you into a deep, open-mouthed kiss.

And, surprised though you are, you find yourself wishing that the perfect moment would last forever.

Slowly, tenderly, you bring your arms up to embrace Fluttershy, revellng in the softness that is her hair, her kiss, her touch. You'd never imagined that she felt this way, but now that you've heard her feelings you couldn't be happier. Fluttershy is the most beautiful, pure, loving creature you've ever seen, and she wants you. Realizing now that you aren't going to push her away as she'd feared, Fluttershy squeaks happily through the kiss and presses more firmly into your embrace. Her wings wrap around you possessively, surrounding you with her affection as her tongue presses into your mouth, exploring. You reciprocate fully, your own tongue eagerly meeting hers in a passionate dance. Her pony tongue, however, in potent combination with her long-suppressed desires, give her the decisive edge in this contest. More often than not she takes the lead, making love to every inch of your mouth and trembling slightly in delight all the while. Your fingers trace delicate little circles around her cutie mark, and Fluttershy basks in your gentle ministrations. It's as good as she dreamed it could be... no, it's better.

Several minutes later, Fluttershy finally breaks the kiss. Her heart hammers in her chest and she's panting slightly from both lust and exertion, but she's not done yet. She's gotten what she always dreamed of getting from you, but only part of it. There's still more to be done. She's scared of going through with it, of course, but not so scared that she won't try. Those days are over for her. Looking determinedly straight into your eyes, Fluttershy musters all of her courage and speaks again. Her voice only trembles a little. "I... I want to be your mare. And I want you to be my coltfriend. And... And... " Her gaze begins to slip down towards the floor, before she forcefully rallies herself and looks into your eyes once more. "And I want you to m, m, mate with me now!" Turning, she pushes her hindquarters up at you and lifts her soft pink tail, presenting her moist, winking slit. Looking up at you over her shoulder, she bites her lip so hard she nearly draws blood.

Of course... of course you'll be her coltfriend. Of course! Nothing would make you happier. But this is moving awfully fast. Is she really sure about this? You don't want to force her into anything.

She shakes her head, but smiles faintly, a warm feeling shooting through her at your concern. "I'm sure. I'm as sure as I've ever been. I WANT this. I've wanted this for a long time. I just couldn't admit it. I want you to make me yours, and to make you mine..." As though the words remind her of just what she's talking about, she squeaks again - but sounding more happy than frightened.

It's all you need to hear. Quickly disrobing, your iron-hard shaft gives Fluttershy no illusions about your intent, and she blushes pink, shifting from hoof to hoof. Lining yourself up behind her, you position your cock at her entrance. Feeling just the very tip of your cockhead touching against her lips, Fluttershy winks again repeatedly. The action is almost enough to pull you into her all on its own. You can hear her babbling faintly under her breath. "Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my..."

Kissing her lovingly behind the ear, you grasp her flanks firmly and slowly, smoothly push in.

Fluttershy's folds part around you in a soft embrace, neither too tight nor too loose. Her pussy is as soft and gentle as the rest of her, and it holds you in a close embrace, rippling slightly around you in a warm massage. The pegasus gives off a sort of bizarre reverse gasp as you push into her for the first time, sucking in air with wide, unseeing teal eyes. She tightens perceptibly as you pull back out, as though trying to hold you inside, a low, soft "Oooooooooh..." escaping her lips. As you lovingly push into her sex once again, a wide, satisfied smile creases her face, and her eyes half-close in lustful indulgence. She's dreamed of this many a sleepless night, frantically working at her clit with her forehooves, but the reality is so much overwhelmingly better than the fantasy that it's all she can do to not collapse to the floor in a weakened heap.

Bending over, you continue to fuck Fluttershy tenderly, whispering in her ear all the while how amazing she is, and how lucky you are to have such a beautiful marefriend like her, and just how much you love her. Mind addled with pleasure, her response is considerably less articulate. She makes it up for it with enthusiasm, however, almost giddy with happiness and pleasure. "Love you love you love you love you love you so much!" Her sex quivers around you, hot and wet, and you know she's getting close. You're almost there yourself, every movement in her welcoming pussy eroding your self control.

Picking up the pace, you move from tender, loving motions to strong, powerful thrusts that rock Fluttershy's body with every push. Your balls slap loudly against her and the wet sounds of your dick plunging in and out of her cunt fill the room as you hilt yourself again and again, urgently breeding your mare. Fluttershy gasps and trembles, relishing in the overwhelming sensations and unable to think about anything but the rising tide of pleasure coming from her loins. Finally, the tide breaks, the wave crashing down as she screams in orgasm, her sex hotly, tightly milking your entire length. Unable to resist, you hilt yourself with one final hard thrust, groaning. Shot after shot of your cum flows into Fluttershy. Her eager cunt takes it all, not spilling a single drop of your precious seed.

Several minutes later, once the two of you have finally managed to relax and catch your breath, Fluttershy presses her forehead to yours, once again wrapping her wings around you in a warm embrace. "Thank you... my love." She smiles, the words coming from her mouth much more easily now. You smile back, assuring her that the pleasure was all yours. But, how does she want to handle this in public? There could be all sorts of complications, come to think of it. How were the two of you going to make this work?

Fluttershy seems to consider your words for a moment. "How about... one day at a time?" She giggles. "It... doesn't really matter. I know that now. When you want something badly enough... you figure it out. And," she kisses you playfully on the lips, "I want you."

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Flitter and Cloudchaser

You sighed heavily into your mostly-empty glass, idly turning it around in little circles on the bar counter top. What a day. If anything could go wrong, it had. First the weather pegasi fucked up the rain schedule and soaked you on your way into work. Then, Scootaloo had had the bright idea to try her latest scooter stunt right in the middle of the street... and subsequently, directly into your kneecap. To top it all off, Twilight had informed you at the library that she was having no luck identifying where exactly you'd come from, and it was looking more and more like you were stuck here for good. The ponies had been nice and accepting enough, but this place most definitely wasn't home and you didn't much enjoy the thought of being stranded here. Ending your day at the bottom of a glass in a bar on the outskirts of town had seemed like the natural choice.

You weren't in much of a talking mood, so it was just as well that the place was mostly empty; apparently ponies typically weren't big drinkers. In fact, besides yourself and the barkeep, you only saw four others in the whole place: a light-brown earth pony who was busy making eyes at a pair of unimpressed mares, an overmuscled pegasus who seemed to be slamming back shot after shot and quietly cheering himself on with each one, and a pair of light-blue pegasi mares who, judging from the loud whispers and giggling fits, were having quite a good time. Somewhat blearily, you looked up to see just what was so damn funny, only to find they were both staring directly at you. As soon as the pair realized they'd been made, they quickly turned away and began whispering and giggling even more excitedly than before.

Oh. Figures. Well, hey, you knew you were really weird by pony standards, and it certainly fit considering how the rest of your day had been going. The idiots want a little freak show, they can help themselves. Just so long as they don't interrupt your drink.

You finish your glass in short order and get ready to leave - wouldn't do to piss away your whole paycheck. But when you call the bartender over, you find he already has another filled glass floating towards you, held in a telekinetic field. Quickly you begin to turn him down - you admire the guy's initiative, but you don't need another drink on your bill. Before you get too far, he cuts you off. "Compliments of the ladies, sir. Vodka and orange. Enjoy." Turning, you see both ponies now looking straight at you, matching grins on their faces. The younger-looking one with the bow in her hair waves enthusiastically before they both hop to their feet and walk your way.

You frown and turn away, hoping they'll get the idea. What the hell are these two playing at? Whatever it is, you don't want any part of it; you know a troublemaker when you see one, and these two clearly have some mischief on their minds. If anything, the drink just makes you more suspicious. If it seems too good to be true...

"Hi there!" The slightly older looking pegasus with the spiky hair sits down on the stool to your left, a predatory grin etched on her face. You feel more than see the other one slipping into the seat on your right, one last faint giggle emanating from that direction as she makes herself comfortable. You frown inwardly at the sensation of being surrounded, both of the pegasi seeming entirely at ease and uncomfortably close. "You're new around here, right? You have to be, I'm sure I'd remember seeing someone like you before."

"Let us welcome you to Ponyville, then!" The younger pegasus says warmly. She smiles, and with a little thrill you realize she really is absolutely adorable. And very close to you. "I'm Flitter, and Spiky over there is my older sister Cloudchaser. We're always really excited to meet new people." She inches closer to you - so slightly you almost don't notice. Almost. "REALLY excited." The innocence in her smile seems profoundly wrong.

"So, what's your name?" Cloudchaser quickly re-engages you. Now that you look back in her direction, you notice that her closest hoof is now resting casually on the bar, fairly close to your hand. Tersely, you introduce yourself. You're still not sure what these two are up to, but you know that girls as fine as this - sisters, no less! - don't just randomly chat up guys in bars. Wait, did you just think of ponies as hot? Holy shit, you've REALLY got to get back home. This place is doing things to your head. Come to think of it, you haven't gotten off since you showed up in this world. It was a minor miracle you weren't humping chair legs yet, really.

Cloudchaser nods sagely at your introduction, as though it was some great insight. "That's a pretty cool name. Sounds exotic. Nice to meet you, hope you like it here, yadda yadda yadda. Anyway, I hope you're sticking around for a while. And if you have any questions about life in Equestria, just feel free to hunt either one of us down and ask us, yeah?" Relaxing somewhat, you thank her and give a small smile. Maybe you misjudged these two. They really do seem to be trying to be genuinely nice.

"So..." Cloudchaser's hoof inches the rest of the distance across the counter top, and rests lightly on top of your hand. "... I'm guessing you don't have a marefriend just yet, right?"

What.

"If that's true, we should help him!" Flitter pipes up. Looking at Cloudchaser as you were, you failed to notice as the other mare pressed firmly into your side, a hoof snaking up your back to fall on your shoulder. Turning in surprise, you find Flitter's face only inches from your own. She hits you full force with another of those beautiful, innocent smiles, apparently having no intention of backing off. "If you're going to be here for a while, you can't just sit around by yourself. You must be lonely, right?" Your entire body feels hot, and you are keenly, keenly aware of the softness of Flitter's body against your own. "Don't worry. I'll take very, very good care of you. I promise."

On your other side, Cloudchaser's hoof begins to lightly trace circles on your hand. "Me and Flitter have been watching you all night. And we think you're really cute. Right, Flitter?"

"Definitely cute." The turqoise-haired sister responds.

Cloudchaser's gleaming, hungry gaze roves over you openly, her hoof slowly strokes up and down your wrist. "Do you think we're cute too?" Haltingly, awkwardly, you tell her yes - you think they're both really cute. "Mmm, really cute! Thanks, I'm happy you think so." For a long moment, neither pegasus sister says anything, though they both continue to slowly stroke at your shoulders and arms - for your own part, you're petrified with confusion and indecision. The pair seem to find this quite amusing, if the smirks are anything to go by.

Eventually, Flitter speaks, supreme confidence still in her voice. "You want to fuck us right now, don't you?" Your mind shuts down, and you stutter wordlessly for a second as your face goes brilliantly red. Flitter immediately bursts into teasing laughter, the sound ringing in your ears. "Awww, Cloudy, look! He's so embarrassed!" Grumbling, you jerk your arm away from her, looking more intently into your drink - somehow, it doesn't occur to you to just leave.

"Awwww, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. But it's okay if you want to fuck us. So, doooooo yooooou?" Leaning in close, she whispers in your ear, emphasizing the words seductively. "I'm really, -really- tight, you know."

Flatly - though it takes great effort - you tell her you're not interested in ponies. Cloudchaser actually reaches up to your cheek and turns your head to face her, looking challengingly straight into your eyes as she speaks. "So you're only attracted to your own species, huh? Hmm... but something tells me from the way you're reacting, you've never had that much luck with them. A cute guy like you, that's just wrong. Right, Flitter?"

"Right, sis!"

"See? Flitter agrees with me. They weren't treating you right. How about it, hmm? Give us one night, and I bet we can make you forget alllllll about them." Your cock has long since jumped to attention, despite your own shock and horror at the reaction - the girls are just that skilled. And ponies or no, it has been a long time since you've gotten any attention. Despite your heavy skepticism, part of you is screaming to hurry up and say yes. Still, your initial confusion and distrust of the entire situation lingers. You hesitate.

Cloudchaser doesn't. "Tell you what. Let's make a little game of it. Don't worry, it's a simple game. I'll give you to the count of five. If you're not interested, just say so. We'll back off, and never talk to you again. If I make it to five and you haven't told us to get lost yet..."

"... Then we'll assume you're just shy." Flitter finishes for her. "And we'll give you a little... confidence lesson." She giggles.

"Ready?" Cloudchaser asks you, not waiting for an answer. "Then let's begin."

"One," Cloudchaser says, her smouldering eyes locked on you, filled with wordless promises. Try as you might, you can't look away.

"Two," Flitter continues, dipping a forehoof down to your pants, stroking your rigid length through the fabric. Strong though the limb must be, she manipulates you expertly, and your cock twitches in appreciation.

"Three," Cloudchaser whispers, her tongue darting out to give your neck a quick, playful lick. The warmth and softness of her tongue is contrasted by the cool, wet feeling it leaves behind. Your skin burns for more.

"Four," Flitter breathes, clasping your hand in both forehooves and guiding it carefully down to her slit. The opening seems to radiate heat, and she quickly dabs at it with your index finger, which comes back up wet with her juices.

"Aaaaaand..." Cloudchaser draws the word out as she now takes hold of your same hand, guided it slowly to her lips, making sure you're watching carefully. Satisfied that you are, she draws your finger, soaked with her sister's excitement, into her mouth. Several long, slow sucks later, she pulls it back out of her mouth with a -pop- and smiles in triumph. "Five." Without another word, the pair stand up. In unspoken agreement, both their tails rise, wrapping firmly around your wrists to give the mares a solid grasp on their prize. "Come on, cutie. Time we headed somewhere a little more private."

Dazed, you rise from your chair, following the two pegasi out of the bar without resistance. Even so, some still-functioning little corner of your mind can't help but try to make sense of this whole thing. Numbly, you ask the sisters why they're doing this.

Flitter laughs. "You really need to ask? It's like we told you: We want to help you get adjusted! Besides, you looked like one of the shy ones. And trust me," she looks you up and down hungrily, one of her wingtips demonstrating amazing dexterity by actually slipping in under your pants and giving your shaft a quick pump, "there's nothing more fun than breaking in the shy ones."

Somehow or another, you manage to make it back to the cottage Flitter and Cloudchaser share - though you find that through your hormone-addled anticipatory haze, you can actually remember very little of it. No sooner does the door slam loudly shut behind you, than Cloudchaser pushes you fiercely into the bedroom. With a short growl, she gives a quick flap into the air before slamming heavily into your chest, knocking you down onto the bed. "Finally, I've been waiting for this all night. No more screwing around. Give me that cock. Now!"

In a flash, Flitter is standing over you, pulling your shirt off and exposing your bare chest. "Now, now, Cloudy." She pauses briefly to lick at one of your nipples, rolling her tongue back and forth a few times across the sensitive flesh. "We've got him right where we want him and all the time in the world. Patience."

"I've BEEN patient." Cloudchaser retorts. "Patient time is over. Fucking time is now." So saying, the older sister rips your pants off with violent, possessive movements. Your cock springs free, proud and erect, and Cloudchaser's eyes gleam at the sight - even the size looks just about perfect. "Jackpot!" The pegasus straddles you, lining up her entrance with your engorged prick. A sick thrill goes through you, as you realize you're about to lose your pony virginity. Part of you is still screaming about how wrong this is... and another part of you is all the more eager because of it.

But Cloudchaser takes a bit too long. Flitter darts forward open-mouthed, taking your entire penis into her mouth in a single lunge. Cloudchaser gives a outraged squeal at having her prize stolen from her, but Flitter is heedless. The younger pegasus closes her eyes, concentrating fully on the taste of you as she bobs slowly up and down your length. She alternates sucking and frantic licking, effortlessly taking you balls deep; this pony has got some serious skill. You begin leaking copious amounts of precum, and Flitter is quick to lick up every drop, giving a pleased 'hmmm' at every taste. When Cloudchaser finally shoves her off you, a single long, unbroken strand of cum trails from your cockhead to her lips. She quickly licks it up with obvious relish, and smiles sheepishly at her older sister.

"What the hell, Flitter? You know I called first dibs!"

"Sorry, sis. But don't you smell it? He's different than any stallion. I had to have a taste before your scent got all over him. I just had to. It would've been such a waste otherwise."

Cloudchaser sighs, reluctantly acknowledging the logic, though her puffy, drooling slit belies the sentiment. "Okay, okay, fine. So was it good?"

Flitter's eyes roll with the rapturous recent memory. "Cloudy, you have no idea. Salty, and warm, and unique, and strong and musky and..." She trails off with a dreamy little smile. "I wanna keep him. We should definitely keep him."

Cloudchaser raised an eyebrow at that - Flitter had a long-standing appreciation for cock-tasting, but no stallion had ever gotten an endorsement that strong before. "Well, I guess a little taste-test couldn't hurt, then." So saying, cloudchaser's mouth engulfs your cockhead. She's much more ginger than Flitter, preferring more to focus on your sensitive glans when sucking and only licking at your shaft. But she's warm and gorgeous and wonderful, and your body responds just as eagerly, releasing lots of pre for her to play with. When she gives a surprised "mmm!" at the taste, Flitter is quick to capitalize on the opportunity. Lifting Cloudchaser's head, the younger sister captures her elder in an open-mouthed kiss, their two tongues noisily dancing and swapping your cum between them. When a panting Cloudchaser finally breaks the passionate kiss, licking at her lips, she smirks at your enraptured stare.

"Aww, feeling left out? Don't worry, I've got something for you to kiss too." Positioning herself carefully to leave her mouth over your dick, Cloudchaser straddles you, sitting down heavily on your face.

It's total sensory overload. All you can feel is her smooth flesh. All you can taste is the trickle of her wetness into your mouth. All you can smell is her heavy scent. All you can hear is the sound of her lush cheeks rubbing against your face. All you can see is her puffy pink pussy. You're drowning in Cloudchaser. And all you want is more.

Delighting in the feel of being buried under soft pony flesh, you begin to lick and suck at Cloudchaser's pussy with gusto. It tastes even better than it looks, and the pegasus rewards you by pressing even more firmly against your face. At your cock, you feel two sets of lips playing with you, Flitter's enthusiastic deepthroating and hard sucking the perfect compliment to Cloudchaser's light kisses at your cockhead and thorough ball-licking. The sensation is even enough to make you lose focus on your own task for a moment, but Cloudchaser helpfully reminds you by grinding her pussy into your face. You smile as best you can with your face buried in her flesh, before sucking hard on her clit; such a lovely, helpful mare to remind you like that. You're really starting to like her.

When the two sisters meet another passionate kiss - this time with your cock sandwiched between their eager tongues - it's finally too much. You groan in satisfaction, inhaling deeply and drinking in Cloudchaser's scent as your cock jerks again and again, sending white lances through the air to paint the two sisters' faces with your sticky seed. Cloudchaser seems mostly content to let your load decorate her liberally, eyes closed and a small smile on her muzzle. Flitter is much more active, rapidly moving to catch as much of your cum as possible in her mouth. She visibly swishes it around in her mouth for several seconds before gulping. "Ohhh, that was delicious... sis, I'm definitely doing him again later, even if you're not. Sucks that we're through so soon though."

Cloudchaser regards her sister for a long moment. Seeming to have reached a conclusion, she pushes herself unsteadily to her feet and hops off the bed, making her way towards a drawer. "Don't be so sure about that." After a few seconds of rummaging, she comes back up with a small vial filled with a thick blue liquid.

Flitter beats you to it. "Cloudy... what is that?"

Cloudchaser spits the vial out on the bed next to you before flapping back up to join you and Flitter. "Oh, just a little favor that zebra alchemist owed me...not her usual thing, but I can be pretty persuasive sometimes." She grins at you. "Drink up, lover boy. We're just getting started."

Swallowing random unknown potions might not be the best of ideas, but after what you've been through tonight you're having trouble being bothered by much of anything. Popping the cork out of the bottle, you quickly down its contents. Surprisingly, it doesn't really taste like anything. It... doesn't really feel like anything either. Weird, maybe it's defecti-!

Your thoughts are thoroughly swept aside with a gasp as your erection immediately returns in full force, almost painful in its suddenness. Your lethargy simply falls off you like water rolling down your back, supplanted by pure lust. You have to -mate.- Now. And lucky you, there are two tight, wet, warm pussies just waiting to be filled.

Seeing your cock spring back to life, Cloudchaser whoops in excitement and leaps atop you. As she lines up her slit with your cock, she spares just a moment to look down into your face. "This, " she pants in desire as she steadies your cock, "is MINE." Plunging downward, she takes every last inch inside her. "And you're not stopping until you give me every last drop." Her position - and yours - made clear, Cloudchaser begins to bounce up and down, impaling herself on your manhood again and again.

It's perfect. She's perfect. You can't stand it. You want it to go on forever. Cloudchaser's hole is soaked, and every bounce fills the air with the sticky sounds of sex as you thrust upwards to meet her on each of her descents. She babbles absently as she wriggles her hips, working your shaft around inside her, massaging her sensitive cunt with your rod. "That's right, you belong under me. You're just a fucktoy... fucktoy for me to USE... I want your cum, and you're gonna fucking give me cum!" Whatever else she might have had to say is lost to you, however, as Flitter take a page from her sister's book. Excited by the show you and Cloudchaser are putting on for her, the younger pegasus decides to get a little attention for herself by sitting on your face.

You would never, ever say it where either one of them could hear, but Flitter's cunt tastes even better than her sister's.

The three of you go on like this for a long, long while, courtesy of Zecora's enchantments: a tangled mess of moaning, squealing, thrusting, clenching bodies. Flitter is the first to cum, flooding your mouth with her juices as she cries out. Her inner walls clutch desperately at your invading tongue, and only with great reluctance do you pull it out to more effectively lap up her release. The taste - and her screams - is in turn enough to set you off, and your dick shoots its load harder than ever before. Spurt after spurt of hot cum fills Cloudchaser, and she quickly slams down on you to ensure she gets every little bit inside of her sex. Actually feeling your semen flowing into her womb is more than enough to send the elder sister into a screaming orgasm alongside the other two of you. Her pussy clamps down on you in the throes of her climax, and it's a solid minute or two before she can pantingly extricate herself, every bit as full of your cum as she had wished.

But Zecora's potion is strong, very strong. And you're not quite down yet. There are two lovely mares to be filled here tonight, not just one, and what kind of a man would you be to leave a lady feeling unfulfilled? As soon as Cloudchaser manages to push herself off you, you turn on the prone Flitter with a needy growl. Confused by the aggressive action, she begins to question you, but you don't wait. Spreading her pussy to accommodate yourself, you push into the younger pony. She's tight, wonderfully so, and you have to fight for every inch as you begin to fuck her with powerful, short strokes, breeding your mare. Flitter cries out as you rock her body with a particularly hard thrust. You like the sound; she has such a cute, innocent little voice. It's all the better when she's being fucked. You want to hear more of it. Picking up your pace, you begin slamming into her, making her cry out with every push. The vice-like grip of her cunt makes the effort difficult, but you certainly aren't complaining. So cute. Cute pegasi deserve a reward. Shouting in orgasm, you hilt yourself and give Flitter hers. Her abused pussy spasms in yet another orgasm as you once again empty yourself inside your partner. Exhausted, Flitter's entire body relaxes in post-coitus. Within seconds, she joins her elder sister in a deep, dreamless sleep.

Your own strength finally spent, you fall to the bed between the two. This was... one hell of a night. Still, as you reflect on the various things the eager sisters had teased you with at the start of the night, you can't help but smirk. Yeah... you suppose you DO feel a lot more confident right now than you did earlier. And certainly more welcome. And as bad a day as it might've been at the time, you sure felt no worries now. You wrap an arm around each sister, possessively pulling them closer to you as you begin to drift off to sleep. Maybe you could tell Twilight Sparkle to take her time on that search after all.

Rainbow Dash
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Rainbow Dash

“As Daring Do trekked through the tropical jungle, the wet heat sapped her energy and slowed her every step...”

Not for the first time, you sighed. This entire series was a mess of never ending adventure cliches, but reading was one of the few solaces you'd found since being stranded in Equestria. The inhabitants were surprisingly open and welcoming, sure, but you just didn't feel like you fit in here. At all. Towering over everyone you met certainly didn't help matters, and you were just about ready to kill for a good cut of meat. Not literally, of course; one look at the omnivorous structure of your mouth, and the nurse who had examined you had not-so-subtly hinted that the Royal Guard was ever watchful.

It was a nice enough day, though, you had to admit. Most days in Equestria were. The weather was stunningly gorgeous, and you even managed a moderately comfortable lifestyle as the apprentice of the local watchmaker, an earth pony named Time Turner. One look at the dexterity of your hands had instantly sold him on your merits, and not having anything else lined up, you'd accepted the offer on the spot. It was boring work, but Time Turner was nice enough company and it kept you fed.

Still, being completely deprived of all your friends and familiar hobbies had been rough to your outlook on life. The town tolerated you, but you weren't really a known factor yet and most ponies preferred to keep their distance. Not having anything else to do, you'd turned to the old comfort of books, and were going through the local library's supply at a pretty decent clip. The librarian, at least, seemed to approve of you; apparently anyone who liked books couldn't be all bad, in her estimation. It was at her recommendation that you were currently making your way through the Daring Do series. It was dumb, but you had to admit you liked it anyway. Starting to get a little uncomfortable in your current position, you shifted around a little against the tree that was currently serving as your impromptu chair, and brought the book up before your face.

“Hey, isn't that...?”

You clearly heard the voice coming from the path in front of you, but chose to ignore it. You didn't really know anyone around here except Time Turner, and that scratchy female voice obviously wasn't him. Must not have been directed at you. You kept reading.

“Daring Do and the Quest for the Sapphire Stone. Ha, I knew it! I'd know that cover anywhere.” Okay, maybe they were talking to you after all. Lowering the book, you saw your visitor was a particularly... colorful pegasus, currently hovering just a couple feet away from your face with an enormous grin on her face. Both her mane and her tail were done up in impressively bold multi-colored bands unlike anything you'd ever seen... and considering how some other ponies around here looked, that was saying quite a lot. Her coat was an equally striking sky blue, and her eyes a rosy red. Somehow or another, though, the whole scheme worked on her, managing to look impressive and dynamic rather than just a garish mess as you'd have expected. You were a little bit surprised at just how close she'd gotten – most ponies were pretty intimidated by your size, but this one hardly seemed to notice.

“Well, you may be a weird alien thing, but at least you've got taste. Oh my gosh, the Daring Do series is just so awesome, isn't it!? Oh, what did you think of that one time when Ahuizotl – no, wait, are you even that far yet? Maaaan, I don't wanna ruin it for you. Well, I guess I can wait to talk about it. I GUESS. Hurry up though, will ya?” Her initial burst of fangirl enthusiasm having run its course, the pegasus seems to calm down as she lands on the ground before you, giving you a long, appraising look. “Not too many ponies around here appreciate Daring like they should. Name's Rainbow Dash. What's yours?”

You're still a little bit taken aback at just how fearless this pony is – quite a contrast from the reception you've met throughout most of the quiet town. In truth, you're not used to situations like this. You've always been something of an introvert, making friends slowly and sparingly. This kind of direct approach feels a little weird to you. Somewhat hesitantly, you tell her your name. She makes a face, her nose crinkling – adorably, though you'd never say so out loud.

“Dude, that's a weird name. Still, I guess you're an alien and everything, so it's cool. Better than being something boring like Starlight Charmer, anyway. Well, welcome to Ponyville! All you really need to know about life here is, I'm the coolest pony in town.” She grins at you conspiratorially before flaring her wings and posing. “I mean really, what else matters?”

You can't help it – you laugh in spite of yourself. This pony is just so over the top and flaky, you can't help but find yourself instantly charmed. Rainbow Dash gives a short flap of her wings, propelling herself onto a low-hanging tree branch roughly level with your head, and makes herself comfortable. Her tail swishes idly below her. “So, have you read any of the other books yet?”

You have. You spend the entire next hour doing nothing but comparing notes with Rainbow over the Daring Do series, and the various merits thereof. Rainbow seems faux-outraged that you thought Daring's escape from the temple quicksand trap was corny, but seems fascinated when you bring up the author's use of symbolism in a callback to the events at the beginning of the book – seems she never caught that herself. For her own part, Rainbow doesn't tell you anything you don't already know, but her obvious delight at discussing the stories is infectious, and you soon find yourself as swept up in the discussion as she is. She would make a pretty good storyteller herself, you suspect, as her vivid descriptions have a way of replaying the scenes in your head. For the first time in a long time, you feel completely at ease, animatedly sharing your interests with a like-minded individual. Rainbow seems completely unreserved, speaking with you as casually as though she'd known you for years.

But nothing lasts forever. As the sun reaches its zenith in the sky above, the two of you are interrupted by a particularly loud grumble from your stomach. Flushing slightly in embarrassment, you realize you didn't eat anything this morning, either, and are actually starting to get fairly ravenous. Somewhat regretfully, you tell Dash that you really are starving, and need to go grab some food. It might be just as well. As much fun as you'd had talking to her, you were still very much an introvert, and feeling a little overwhelmed by the overly-familiar pony's approach. Standing, you stretch the kinks out of your legs, and begin heading back into town.

Without missing a beat, Dash leisurely lifts herself into the air, flying alongside you. “Heh, about time! So, did you have anywhere in mind? 'Cuz if not, I know this great place on Mane street, they make these Neighvarian pretzels, you have seriously got to try one of those...”

And thus went your first time meeting your best friend.

After that, it hadn't taken too long before you and Rainbow were well-known partners in crime around Ponyville. Even though you had relatively little in common, the two of you could – and often did – talk for hours. Rainbow's endless drive to succeed and inspiring presence was a pleasure just to be around, and you found yourself smiling like an idiot every time the pegasus defied your expectations with yet another fearless stunt or cocky boast. Any time Rainbow was around, the word 'impossible' just seemed to lose all meaning.

For Rainbow's part, she'd found not only an adoring, praising fan in you, but a surprising source of strength as well. For all of Dash's bold act, you'd discovered early on that she was just as capable of feeling lost and afraid as anyone else. She may have hid them better than most, but she had insecurities just like anyone else. When it was just you and her, however, the Invincible Rainbow Dash had shocked even herself by occasionally confiding some of her more lingering self-doubts. For reasons even she herself seemed unclear on, she trusted you completely to keep them to yourself, and you had never disappointed her.

And, of course, you still both had Daring Do to gush over. The Wonderbolts, too, after Rainbow had taught you about them. Many, many times. By this point, you thought, you knew more about Spitfire's signature techniques than you ever wanted to. Still, you could never bring yourself to stop Dash when she was in the full throes of fangirl mode – it was just way too cute.

Having evidently won Rainbow's approval, your social life had picked up dramatically as well. Now that the ponies were convinced you weren't going to eat them, you'd begun making friends and building something of a life for yourself in Equestria. You'd even been introduced to Rainbow's closest friends... who, as it turned out, were none other than the Elements of Harmony, and Rainbow Dash herself one of them as well!

Your friendship had had some more tangible benefits as well. Early on in your friendship, Rainbow had been distressed by what she referred to as your... well, let's just say she wasn't too impressed by your athletic skill, and had taken it upon herself to coach you in running. It wasn't too long before you were in the best shape of your life, and Twilight Sparkle had even suggested you should try entering the Running of the Leaves this year.

It was one of the happiest times in your life even though you were never quite aware of it; you still had plenty of problems and did plenty of grumbling about them too. Being the lone one of your kind in this world still depressed you, even despite the kindness of the ponies you'd befriended. Try as they might, there were some things they just couldn't help you with.

Wide awake, you stared up at the ceiling from under the covers and sighed heavily. You really, really needed to get laid.

“Oh hey, good morn- whoa! You look like crap, big guy!” Grumbling, you sarcastically thank Dash for her candor as you slump into your seat, dark rings around your eyes. At least once a week, you and Dash had breakfast at Sugarcube Corner, with Pinkie joining you if the place wasn't too busy. You weren't a big sweets person, but it turned out that Mr. Cake brewed a mean cup of coffee for the early risers, and it hadn't taken more than a cup before you were hooked. The freshly baked muffins didn't hurt either.

Rainbow ignores your tone; she's used to your occasional bouts of pessimism by now, and tends to just keep on rolling whenever she hears them. She claims refusing to indulge your bad moods is how she helps you get over them. “No, but really, big guy. You look like you didn't sleep at all. Something troubling you?”

Realizing that Rainbow isn't going to let this one go but not eager to reveal the true reason behind your rough night, you tell Rainbow that something's been bothering you, yeah, but it's a human thing and nothing she can really help with. The prismatic pegasus has a skeptical look plastered across her face, but seems to decide to let it go.

“Meh, fine. Anyway, Twilight asked me to ask you to swing by the library sometime this week. Said she wanted to ask you some more questions about humans. Something about how often humans go into heat.”

You choke on your coffee.

Dash snickers at your expense. “Careful there, I hear drinking is really tricky! Wouldn't want to hurt... your... self...” Rainbow trails off as she connects the dots, and she gives a triumphant 'Ah-HA!' before pointing a hoof at you dramatically. “That's what you're acting so weird about! You haven't gotten any since you came to Equestria, have you!?”

Wincing, you look around. Fortunately, there are no other customers in sight. Sure enough, though, Mr Cake, Mrs Cake, and Pinkie Pie are all shooting you odd looks. Mortified, you crumple into your chair, covering your face with your palm. Thanks, Dash.

“Aw, come on now, don't be like that! It's cool, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, you've been stuck here a while now, right? Only makes sense you might be feeling a little frustrated. And, you know...” Dash's voice drops from its previous conversational tone, to something deeper. Huskier. Certainly something you've never heard coming from her before. She bats her eyelashes, giving you a look you can't describe as anything but -hungry-. Faintly, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. “If you want... maybe I can help you out with that.”

Your eyes bulge out slightly as you lean back in your chair open-mouthed, your face a rictus of horror. No. Just... NO. Even if the idea of fucking your best friend wasn't incredibly weird, the idea of fucking a magical talking pony SURE AS FUCK IS. You try to speak once, twice. The words fail to come out.

Rainbow Dash can't take it anymore. Her seductive gaze cracks as her lips crinkle up, against her will, into a small smile. Then a larger one. Then a giggle escapes. Then the dam finally bursts, the avatar of awesomeness leaping up into the air before collapsing into a snorting, cackling, writhing mass of hysterics on the floor. Her legs kick at nothing in particular as she squeals in laughter. “Oh... Oh, for the love of Celestia... your face... that was... so... Snrk... Bwa ha ha ha ha! Oh, I wish I could frame that and hang it on my wall!”

You slowly recover from your shock, staring daggers at the pony still snickering to herself on the floor – no, make that two ponies, apparently Pinkie was feeling left out and joined Dash in her little episode on the floor at some point. You were pretty sure the pink party pony hadn't actually heard that part of your conversation, but Pinkie wasn't one to let a small detail like not knowing the punchline ruin a joke. Coldly, you tell Dash her little prank wasn't funny. The effect is somewhat lost, however, as you try to contain a small snicker yourself.

The last week, you decided, had been hell.

As great a friend as Rainbow Dash was, she could never, ever resist a good prank. To date you'd been a truly tough nut to crack, shrugging off most of her attempts and deflecting the others. Although impressed by your fortitude, Dash had obviously been a little annoyed she couldn't get more of a rise out of you.

But your encounter in Sugarcube Corner that fateful morning had given her exactly the weapon she needed. Now that she knew just how uncomfortable you were with the idea of being propositioned by a pony, she made it a point to make a pass at you at least once a day, as though making up for lost time. Try as you might, you always wound up giving her the horrified reaction she was looking for, be it a terrified look or just a face-filling blush. Judging by the subsequent laughing fits, Dash didn't see this getting old any time soon.

It had already gotten old for you. She'd gotten you, and gotten you good, but enough was enough already. The flirty winks, casual hip bumps, and double entendres were starting to wear on your last nerve. But with Dash so in love with this routine, you didn't think she'd stop of her own volition.

It was time to fight fire with fire.

“Good job on your run today, big guy!” Rainbow greets you as you complete your circuit for the day – now that she's got you in shape, she's not letting you slack off. You didn't mind; it was actually kind of fun to stretch your legs, and the encouragement from Rainbow was nice.

“In fact, you did such a good job, maybe I should take you back to my place and give you a little 'reward...'” she says, once more dropping into the low, seductive tone of voice she's becoming so good at lately. Her lips are already twitching upwards slightly at the edges in anticipation of your reaction. Now's your chance.

“Oh, Rainbow, your place is good, but it's too far away from town. You see...” Making a quick lunge forward, you manage to pluck the low-flying pegasus right out of the sky, easy holding her light body in your arms. She freezes instantly at the unexpected action, rosy eyes widening. “... when you scream my name, I want everyone to hear it.”

Funny, you had no idea pony eyes could get that wide. “I... uh... buh... what... you...” Still holding her tightly, you can feel Rainbow's wings extending slightly, as though she's about to try and get away. The rest of her is stock-still though. Ingrained pegasus instinct maybe?

Oh Lord, if the face she's giving you right now is how YOU always looked when she did this, you couldn't be that mad at her anymore. You managed to keep your composure just long enough to set Dash down on the ground, but wound up collapsing into the biggest laughing fit you can remember as soon as she was clear. Oh God, payback was sweet.

Rainbow grumbled loudly, kicking the dirt under her hooves idly. Her wings were still held slightly out to her sides – had you really startled her that badly? “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You do realize, though: this means war.”

Unfortunately, you had underestimated the cyan pegasus's drive to win. Over the next couple of weeks, Rainbow was as good as her word. This was a contest for her now – you had thrown the gauntlet, and she was in it to win. Rather than backing off, Rainbow Dash redoubled her assault.

“You always move so slow, big guy. Feels like I'm always leading you around. Or is there some other reason you're always walking behind me?” She gives her tail a rather unladylike flick, giving you an excellent view of those tight, firm buttocks, the darker flesh around her – no, no, no, don't even think about it. Madness lies that way. Forcing the image out of your mind, you slap together a suitable retort.

“You got it Dash. Just taking in the view. Kinda weird though, how you're always stopping suddenly like that. Keep it up and one of these days I'm gonna bump right into you.” To illustrate your point, you keep walking right at the stationary pony, stopping only inches away, your crotch within easy range of hers. Your hand rests lightly on her cutie mark. “Unless, of course, that's what you want.”

Rainbow's eye twitches slightly, and almost immediately her wings spring to full attention – what the hell is she doing? A mortified look on her face, she frantically looks her right and left at the extended appendages. Seemingly in great effort, they dip slightly, but quickly extend out to their full length again. “Ihavetogonowbye!” Without another word, Rainbow takes off at full tilt away from you.

This whole situation is getting out of hand. What had started as some lighthearted pranking had transformed into something else, and neither of you really seemed that comfortable with it. Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes. The instant they flutter shut, the image of Rainbow's tight slit, still fresh in your mind, greets you.

In horror, you feel your body beginning to respond.

You had to do something about this. You weren't exactly sure when this game between the two of you had twisted, but it sure as hell had. You loved Rainbow, sure. She was the best friend you'd ever had. But no matter how you looked at it, you were flirting with a horse. An adorable, talking, smart, firmly muscled horse that you connected with as you never had anyone else in your life, who had spent the last few weeks hinting at all the ways she could reduce you to a puddle of bliss on the floor and -

Feeling some discomfort downstairs, you looked down to realize you were now fully erect, and pitching quite the impressive tent in your pants.

Okay, you were going to talk to Rainbow tomorrow. This had to stop. Even Rainbow was starting to act kind of weird about it, and Rainbow never lost her cool. In the beginning you'd gotten some great reactions out of her that kept you amused for days at a time. But more and more often, she was beginning to react like she had today – go quiet, make some kind of excuse, and run away. Or if she didn't, she'd give you this... weird look you couldn't quite place.

Rather, you wanted to believe you couldn't place it. A part of you knew exactly what that look meant, even if the rest of you refused to acknowledge it. And every single day... it bothered you a little less.

Right then. You'd talk to Rainbow tomorrow, admit defeat, and do whatever it took to convince her to call this whole thing off. It was the only sane choice. The right thing to do. It wasn't like you wanted any of this.

… Right?

The next day, you managed to flag Dash down as she's finishing up her weather duties. Silently, you congratulate yourself on picking a nice, quiet spot behind a hill outside town – this was awkward enough without anyone else overhearing it.

“Okay Dash, you win. I give up. You are clearly superior, I submit before your pranking skill. So... it's done, okay? It's over. You win.”

You expect her to start cheering for herself. You expect her to perform some kind of aerial victory stunt. You expect her to start taunting you for losing yet another match to the mighty Rainbow Dash.

She stares at you wordlessly, unmoving, an unreadable expression on her face. The seconds tick by.

Finally, Dash gives a short, forced laugh. “Well of course. Like there was ever any doubt. When it comes to the two of us,” she hesitates, trembling slightly before she continues. “you obviously belong beneath me.”

She's won. It's over. You literally just said so. She doesn't need to be doing this. Already, you can feel your pulse quickening, your cock beginning to stir in excited anticipation. You should cut her off now, reiterate that you don't want to do this anymore. All you have to say is, “Please, Rainbow Dash. No more.”

But that's not what you say.

Face flushed, you take a step closer, shamelessly staring at every sleek curve of her exceptionally well-maintained athlete's body. “You should be careful about being on top of a guy. Something might poke you.”

Rainbow's wings have once more risen to full extension. Her slight panting is deafening in the silence. “Maybe I want to be poked.” In a single leap, she springs up, her forehooves finding your shoulders and pushing you to the ground hard, Rainbow atop you.

All hesitation on her part gone, she comes in hard for an open-mouthed kiss, and you greet her just as eagerly. There is no gentleness in the action; she's wanted you for days now, and she's tired of waiting. Her tongue spars with yours energetically, exploring your mouth with desire as she occasionally groans slightly with the intensity of the kiss. You'd been so stupid. She was beautiful. You loved her. She wanted this. You wanted this. There was no reason to resist. You stop thinking.

When the kiss finally breaks several minutes later, both of you are red-faced and panting. Your cock strains at your pants, precum already coating the tip. Fortunately, Rainbow doesn't keep you waiting.

“Pants. Lose 'em.” Without waiting for your reply, she grabs the hem of your shirt in her teeth, pulling it clear off you in a single motion. A few quick fumbled motions later, and your shaft stands out proudly, making your present feelings for the prismatic pegasus abundantly clear.

Rainbow eyes her prize appreciatively, licking her lips in anticipation. The past few nights had seen her indulging some very exotic dreams, and she'd been wondering how you'd measure up to them in real life. Now that she had a good long look, she was not disappointed. Extending her tongue, she gives you a single long lick. The firm, invitingly warm shaft twitches at her touch, and Rainbow comes to a surprising realization: You taste really, really good.

But that's not fair. She shouldn't have all the fun. You, too, had been entertaining some very lurid thoughts for several days now. That brief look at Rainbow's slit had been the fuel for more awkward boners than you could count. She'd made some very interesting promises lately; it was time for her to keep them. Sitting up, you reach out, grabbing Rainbow Dash and pulling her towards you. She squawks indignantly, but seems much less resistant when you turn her about and plop her down on your chest. Your cock points directly at her face, and her already-damp pussy rests almost on top of your face. You honestly aren't sure which feels better: the warmth of her body against yours, or the heat pouring off her slit, inviting you and filling the air with the scent of her arousal.

Oh yeah, you remember. You don't have to choose. Holding her buttocks for a nice firm grip, you lick a few light circles around her nether lips before plunging your tongue inside.

Rainbow gasps sharply at the sudden intrusion and goes limp under your assault, legs twitching periodically whenever you find a particularly sensitive spot. The taste is like nothing you've ever known, but you know one thing for sure: you want a lot more of it. Your tongue darts about frantically, licking at her pussy lips, sucking at her clit, diving back inside to explore her folds. You even run your nose along the length of her opening, coating it in a thin film of Rainbow's wetness. All you can smell now is her. You find you're totally okay with that.

Once Rainbow's mind recovers slightly from the overpowering sensations, she goes to work as well: She's Rainbow Dash, after all, and she's no meek little damsel to just lie back and take it. Reaching out, she steadies your cock with both forehooves and quickly takes it into her mouth. Her eyes roll slightly from the intoxicating taste, but she's just getting warmed up. Rainbow puts her mouth to work once more, licking up and down your cockhead. Hearing your groan as she lavishes the sensitive underside with her hot tongue, she redoubles her efforts there. This time, she's the one gratified to see your leg twitch involuntarily at the sheer overwhelming pleasure. When she begins to bob up and down on your shaft, engulfing more and more of your cock in the hot, wet confines of her mouth and sucking hard on every outward pull, you nearly forget to keep licking. Nearly. The two of you easily drown out the quiet afternoon sounds of the meadow with a chorus of licks, sucks, and moans.

It's the most beautiful music you've ever heard.

Eventually, you feel yourself nearing your limit. Rainbow's entire body seems to tighten, and you know she can't be far behind. In unspoken accord, you separate – if you're going to end this, you're going to end it right. Once more shoving you onto your back, Rainbow straddles your prone form and lines her dripping slit up with your prick. She drives down. At the same time, you drive up.

Oh... fuck... yes.

How you manage to resist cumming instantly, you're not sure. Rainbow is soaked, lubricating her passage readily, but she is also incredibly tight. The two of you moan in unison as you sink halfway into her, her amazing cunt squeezing around you and making you fight for every inch. Gritting your teeth, you pull out of her slightly and push back in harder than before, going just a little bit deeper than last time and claiming the beautiful mare as your own. Rainbow's wings flap weakly, erratically. You hesitate; she really is tight. You're not hurting her, are you?

“M... more...” She groans.

You smile, deftly rolling her and yourself over while staying inside her so that now, you're on top, giving you a much better angle for thrusting into her. Giving her a quick peck on the lips, you speed up, fucking Rainbow Dash with wild abandon. As you continue plunging in and out of her sopping pussy, she gradually loosens up. When you are finally able to completely hilt yourself inside her, you give a short cry of triumph. Fucking the pegasus frantically, you can now hear the sound of your hips slapping against hers with every thrust.

It's all too much for Rainbow. Her pussy abruptly begins to tighten around you, and she cries out in rapturous pleasure as orgasm begins to overwhelm her senses. Her rippling cunt works your shaft, eagerly milking you for every last drop of cum you can provide. With one last powerful thrust, you oblige. Shot after shoft of thick cum shoots into the pegasus's greedy womb as you take advantage of her wide-open mouth, sealing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Your cock twitches again and again, the longest orgasm of your life, as you happily fill Rainbow with as much of your seed as possible.

Why in God's name had you ever been so afraid of this?

Exhausted, you collapse to the ground beside Rainbow, feeling like you'd just run a marathon. A wing gently caresses your back, and you turn to find a tired, but supremely satisfied-looking Rainbow staring affectionately back at you. You clasp a forehoof in your hands, kissing it tenderly – not a kiss of need or lust, but simple love. The two of you lie there for a long moment, just enjoying each other's company, before you muster the will for your more usual banter.

“So, does this mean I've got to like, start buying you flowers and chocolates and take you to fancy restaurants and stuff?” You smirk

But Rainbow is more than ready. “Dude, do you even remember who you're talking to?” She leans over and gives you a quick kiss on the forehead. “It means I've got to start buying YOU flowers and chocolates and stuff.”

Two things happened, then. One of them ended relatively quickly – you stopped laughing after a few minutes.

As for the other one, well... even years later, you still haven't fallen out of love with each other.

Pinkie Pie 2 - Return of Pinkie!
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Pinkie Pie 2 - Return of Pinkie!

Pinkie Pie bounced merrily through the darkening streets of Ponyville, a wide smiled etched across her face. The golden radiance of Celestia's setting sun marked the end of another well-spent day for the pink party pony. The morning's efforts had earned her a rare giggling fit out of Fluttershy, a true prize indeed for a connosiuer of amusement such as herself. She'd spent lunchtime entertaining the twins - and giving Mr. and Mrs. Cake a chance to take a break from watching them in the process. The early afternoon had her telling Applejack knock-knock jokes until the orange mare had snapped at her to cut it out... and then continuing to tell them until AJ had burst into uproarious laughter a couple of minutes later, her reserve of stoicism depleted. By any measure, a good day.

Rounding the corner of a small building on the outskirts of town, finally covered from the possibility of lingering curious eyes, Pinkie's joyful, bouncing gait transitioned into a slow walk. The smile on her face gave way to a small frown of exertion, her eyelids drooping ever so slightly as she made her way to the door of the humble abode.

A good day, and an utterly exhausting one.

Pressing her ear lightly to the door, she heard movement within. A faint light flickered out from underneath the door, further confirming what she suspected. You were already home. Closing her eyes, Pinkie steeled herself. One deep breath and slight nod later, the door to your house burst upon, the happy earth pony joyously leaping through the air across the threshold, forelegs spread wide for a tackle.

"Sa-PRISE!"

The first couple dozen times Pinkie had pulled this trick, you had indeed been surprised. And, you were somewhat embarrassed to admit, had been borne to the ground in an overly-enthusiastic hug fairly easily. But after a couple of months dating the energetic young mare, you found very little surprised you any more. A slight smirk crossing your face, you spun about from your place in the small kitchenette where you'd been preparing a humble but filling vegetarian dinner. A mass of pink hair and bright blue eyes filled your vision, but your arms were ready to receive her. With a victorious grin, you plucked your marefriend right out of the air, cradling her to your chest to absorb the impact. Without missing a beat, she grins up at you.

Well, hello to you too.

And with that, the floodgate opens. It isn't easy piecing together a coherent narrative out of Pinkie Pie's rapid fire stream-of-consciousness speaking, but you've had a lot of practice. Before you know it, you've heard all about how great today was, and how Fluttershy and Applejack are doing great, and how she learned a new recipe at Sugarcube Corner today but she accidentally dropped in a cup of sugar when she was only supposed to use a teaspoon but that was okay because she thought it tasted even better that way but Mrs. Cake had told her to try again and she did and this time she decided to add some cinnamon even though the recipe didn't actually call for it and Mrs. Cake had started to scold her but then she tried some and Mrs. Cake said she was right it tasted even better that way and - !

You pull her into a soft, insistent kiss. She tries to keep going for a couple of seconds, her tongue and lips dancing wildly against yours, but relents quickly enough with a happy little sigh. Her warm lips press against yours without intensity, the pink pony content simply to bask in the quiet affection. She goes still against your chest, eyes fluttering closed, losing herself in your strong embrace. It's the most unmoving the excited mare has been all day, and if any of her friends were ever to see her like this, they would likely have difficulty believing that the hyperactive pony was even capable of holding so still. In fact, many of them still couldn't believing that she was dating you.

In the beginning, you wouldn't have believed it either. In so many ways, she was your complete opposite: Outspoken where you were quiet, random where you were focused, wild where you were reserved.

And, of course, a magical talking pony where you were human. So, ya know, there's that.

But over time, Pinkie Pie had grown on you. Though she annoyed the hell out of you at first, you'd quickly discovered that there was much more to Pinkie than a simple party animal. Your first impression of Pinkie was that she was happy because she was too stupid to take anything seriously. But it hadn't been too long before you'd realized that Pinkie's goofy exterior was a fully conscious decision: a deep love and appreciation of life - both her own, and everyone else's - that still impressed you to this day. Pinkie wasn't happy because she was stuck that way; she was happy because she chose to be happy, and wanted to share that joy with everyone around her. She was in many ways the most selfless person you'd ever met, always willing to give of herself to make the world a better place, and she succeeded more often than not. Pinkie's behavior was erratic in the extreme, but once you'd gotten to know her, it didn't take too much time to realize there was a method to her madness. Ponyville wasn't the biggest or the grandest or the safest town in Equestria, but you'd never met a single pony who wasn't happy to be there. They'd all have their different explanations for why, you were sure. But for your part, you already knew the answer.

You'd felt like someone else was speaking through your mouth, the first time you'd asked her out.

You'd decided you were having a particularly fucked up fever-induced hallucination when she'd actually said yes.

For the past month or so, you'd felt like were living in a dream.

Rousting yourself from your thoughts, you break the long, silent kiss. Pinkie's eyes shoot open once again, and without hesitation she launches right back into her explanation where she left off. " - and Mr. Cake agreed so now we're going to try selling them and I was going to bring one home for you to try but I was soooo hungry so I already ate it but don't worry I can make you some more right n-"

You cut her off once again, this time with a single finger held up to her muzzle. It's a testament to your relationship with the pink pony that this is enough to actually halt her; knowing Pinkie, you're sure it's an effort. Shifting your grip to better support her, you stroke her mane casually with a free hand. Isn't she tired from such a long day?

Pinkie scoffs at the very idea. "What-ever! Pinkie Pie is never too tired to cook! Especially not for her coltfriend! Just you wait, you're going to love these sooooooo much that you'll..."

You're firm, but gentle as you cut her off. Stop it. She doesn't have to pretend. Not for you.

Pinkie hesitates. Her ears droop down, resting flat against her head - not in submission, but rather sheer exhaustion. She buries her muzzle in your chest. When she speaks again, her voice has lost its usual spring. "... Yeah. It was super-duper fun, really. But I'm worn out." Pinkie goes limp in your arms, a sharp contrast to her usual cheery self.

You expected as much. She'd told you what she had planned for today. Once more carefully shifting her in your arms, you free up a hand just long enough to move the pasta you'd been boiling off the burner - it would just have to wait. You had something much more important to attend to. Gingerly, you carry the tired pony over to your couch. Pinkie groans slightly as you set her down on the soft cushions. She groans again, louder, as you put your hands to work, kneading and massaging at her shoulders, working out the day's tension. You pay careful attention to her flanks, as well, carefully looking for any knots and gently working them away. Pinkie melts under your touch, sighing in total contentment. Once more, you are struck by just how passive she can become with you - so very unlike how she ever, ever appears in public. Affectionately, you trace a little circle around her cutie mark with your index finger, reveling in the softness of her fur. She cranes her neck to smile up at you, pink curls cascading lazily down the back of her neck, and your breath nearly catches in your throat. God, she's cute.

Despite her shading, you can still clearly see it when she blushes bright red. "Y-you really think I'm that cute?"

Your eyes go wide. Wait, what!? How did she - but you didn't say that out loud - but... Relaxing, you chuckle to yourself. Pinkie will be Pinkie, after all. Your mirth is all the excuse Pinkie needs. Giggling, she pounces, lifting herself up and wrapping her hooves around your neck in a tight hug. Your whole world seems to go bright pink as the pony nuzzles you. It was an expression of affection that had been quite strange to you at first, but you'd learned to enjoy them quickly. "Thanks," she whispers. "I think you're really cute, too." Seemingly emboldened by her own actions, Pinkie grins at you mischievously before darting in to steal a kiss.

And she's one hell of a kisser. Pinkie's mouth opens as she greets yours, her tongue pressing insistently against your lips, gently but firmly demanding entrance. You yield to her silent demand, Pinkie's long, flexible tongue eagerly invading your mouth, wasting no time. She seems to be everywhere at once, exploring your mouth, running along your teeth, dancing with your tongue, moaning into your open mouth hungrily. Her lips stay sealed firmly against yours, the increasingly excited pony drowning herself in the feel and taste of you. Pinkie Pie is nothing if not passionate, and as joyful innocence shifts to desire, that passion only burns all the hotter.

She is the first one to break the kiss. The look of lust on her face, however, leaves you no illusions as to why. All of her earlier fatigue thoroughly forgotten, Pinkie lips her lips. "Come on, cowboy. Time to ride the Pony Express!"

You pause. Did she just reference -

But Pinkie isn't in the mood to wait. Dropping down like a cat preparing to strike, Pinkie coils her hind legs underneath her, her tail twitching back and forth in anticipation. Before you can do anything but marvel at the absurdity of the display, she jumps. The pink party pony easily brings you down to the couch on your back, planted firmly atop you. One forehoof pulls up, one forehoof pulls down, and - somehow - your clothes part before her grasp like a curtain being drawn aside. You can only give a single short laugh. Pinkie will be Pinkie.

Pinkie Pie's eyes gleam at the sight of your unveiled dick, and her mind alights with memories of prior passionate nights. She loves making others happy, but there's nothing wrong with a little indulgence of her own, is there? Still, you're rapidly hardening, but it looks like you're not quite ready for the main course yet. She can solve that in a way that makes you both happy.

Giving a strong bounce, Pinkie leaps into the air above you, spinning as she goes. Her hair brushes against the ceiling, just barely managing not to smack her head against it, before she comes back down. She hasn't moved, and still barrels down directly on top of you. She has, however, spun a hundred and eighty degrees from where she started. She cinches the landing flawlessly, somehow managing not to hurt you or herself as her puffy pink pussy lands directly on your face, and her mouth engulfs your prick.

You go rigid in surprise and pleasure at the sudden onslaught, but Pinkie wastes no time. Renewing her oral assault with every bit as much enthusiasm as she poured into kissing you, the earth pony's exceptionally talented tongue goes to work on your cock without delay. Her lips form a seal around your length as her pretty pink head bobs up and down on your shaft, coating you in a thin layer of warm, wet saliva. Her tongue dances all about: one moment licking at your shaft, then your glans, and even once or twice all the way down to your balls. The rest of her mouth is no less talented. The long, hard sucks, the short, fast, frantic bobbing, and the occasional surprise deepthroat all set every nerve in your body on fire with pleasure. Every now and then, she hums loudly around you, sending wonderful vibrations rippling through your entire dick. You gasp, already trying desperately not to cum as your lovely marefriend expertly works your prick. Pinkie's curly pink head bobs up and down shamelessly on your human dick, a deliciously lewd combination of adorably cute and lustfully sexy.

A bead of moisture from Pinkie's drooling slit brings you back from the edge. The earth pony's mare pussy is swollen with arousal, pushing out clear trails of fluid as she winks at you repeatedly. It's a vivid reminder of how very not-human your lover is. No matter how you slice it, at the end of the day, Pinkie isn't human.

She's much, much better.

Your hands grasp her buttocks firmly, spreading her gropable cheeks. You squeeze the delicious rump appreciatively. She's soft, and your fingers sink in ever so slightly before the strong muscles underneath push back. Unable to help yourself, you pull back slightly and give her flank a light slap, marveling at the delightful bounce of the smooth flesh.

Regretfully, you turn your attention away from Pinkie's firm ass to focus on the real prize, burying your face in her cunt. Heat seems to pour off her opening, and you revel in the warmth as you attack her slit with long, eager licks, covering the entire length of her pussy. She's already soaking in anticipation, and you make sure to lick up every last drop you can. Pinkie's diet is evident in her taste, and you savor every sweet bead of fluid you can find. Pressing your nose lightly into her slit, you breathe her musk in deeply. Pinkie winks again, hard, at the stimulation. Not missing the opportunity, you quickly pop her large, exposed clit into your mouth, and suck. Hard.

Pinkie's eyes go even wider than usual, and she SCREAMS around your cock in overwhelming pleasure. Her hind legs reflexively clamp shut around your shoulders, holding you in place against her as she shivers in orgasm. Her pussy trembles, flexing and churning again and again at your eager, probing tongue. A deluge of marecum rushes forth, and your brain lights up with pleasure as you eagerly gulp it all down, determined not to waste any. It's Pinkie's cum, and you want it all. Gradually, the pink pony's trembling subsides, and the room is filled only with the sounds of soft, quiet, subdued sucking: your face buried in your crotch, and hers in yours. A perfect circle of mutual pleasure and love.

Once she recovers, Pinkie pulls free of your dick with a loud POP, shooting you a pouty glare. "No fair going after my clit that fast, Mr. McCheater Pants! I'm not even close to satisfied yet, you know. I gave you all that cum and you didn't give me any at all! Haven't I taught you anything about sharing?"

Grinning, you apologize, explaining that you just can't help yourself when gorgeous mares shove their pussies in your face.

Pinkie pouts again. The corners of her lips keep trying to twitch upward into a smile, and only with effort does she maintain her stern expression. "Well, I heard an apology in there, so I guess it will do for now. But, you know," She sits down on your lap, your iron-hard shaft resting firmly against her groin. "I expect you to make it up to me."

Deep within you, primal instincts roar in approval. It's time, they tell you: time to TAKE and FUCK and BREED and CUM. Your Id rages at at you to act, demanding you to claim what is rightfully yours. Your Ego is in full agreement, urging you to take the sexy little pony in your grasp, to feel the warmth of her body against your own, to hear her utterly satisfied pants and moans, to show her your love through actions that speak far louder than words ever could. Sheer lust roiling in your veins, you stop thinking. Growling, you wrap your arms around Pinkie and twist in place, bringing the party pony to the couch belly-to-belly underneath you. Pinkie gives a surprised "Eep!" at the sudden movement, but makes no motion to resist. Your cock rests lightly against her entrance, twitching slightly in eager anticipation. Her body, sensing the proximity of its prize, winks repeatedly as though to draw you into her. Pinkie stares up at you breathlessly, eyes wide. For once, words seem to have failed her. Regardless, she knows what she wants. Biting her lip lightly, she gives you a short, tense nod.

Carefully aligning your dick with her pussy, you thrust, and both of you find paradise.

You slide into Pinkie easily. She has actually never been that tight, her equine folds easily parting to accommodate you, but she has far greater appeal than just her size. Pinkie's tunnel is wet, and hot, and ever so smooth, embracing your dick as if it were made for you. Every inch of your dick is enveloped and caressed by her soft flesh. Her pussy's size allows you to thrust into her with blissful ease, and yet her firm, strong muscles are still more than equal to the task of squeezing tight around you. The combination of her ample fluids, welcoming depths, and tight muscles make every push an exercise in orgasm control, ecstacy threatening to overwhelm you as you lose yourself in Pinkie's cunt. The soft, close, constant massage of her walls against your sensitive shaft make it feel like she is fucking you just as much as you fuck her. Wrapping your arms around the earth pony, you bury your face in her mane, moaning as you hump her with wild abandon.

Pinkie's own increasingly loud and lustful moans mix with your own, filling the air with the song of your mutual pleasure. Every thrust brings her that much closer to the edge, stimulating her clit and seeming to pierce her to the very core. Pinkie trembles in your grasp, giving herself fully over to the joy of your lovemaking. She loves you. She loves you so, so much, so much it feels like she'll burst from it. Pinkie loves everyone, of course; that's just how Pinkie is. But you're different. No one else has ever made her feel like this. She wants you to fuck her, to keep going more and more to be filled with your seed. She wants you be yours, and to make you hers, and be happy with you forever. A bolt of pure happiness shoots through her at the thought, and her pussy tightens around you abruptly in response, squeezing every inch of your rod in her wet warmth.

Your breath hitches in your throat as it becomes harder and harder to thrust. Pinkie's face is becoming more and more flushed, her beautiful blue eyes locked on your face in an expression of pure affection, as though drinking in every detail of you. She pants, open-mouthed, as you pound into her more and more frantically, and the adorably sexy sound only drives you further on. Your balls slap loudly against her with bright pink body every cock-hilting thrust, adding to the lewdness of the scene. Abandoning any pretext of control, you begin to hammer away at Pinkie's pussy as fast as you can, intent only on one thing. Your balls churn with thick cum, only seconds away from filling your beautiful marefriend.

Pinkie wraps all four legs around you, clinging to your body as she cums for the second time that night. Her pussy spasms wildly around you, desperately coaxing forth your precious seed. Pinkie can only scream. "I love you, Anon!"

You cum. You cum as hard as you ever, ever have. You are intensely, powerfully aware of every mind-destroyingly satisfying spurt, each blast of your cum into the pony seeming to stretch out for a blissful eternity, only to be followed by another one. You cling at your marefriend just as hard as she clings at you, lance after lance of semen painting her insides white with your love. Nothing else matters. Pinkie accepts the entirety of your load gratefully, an angelic little smile gracing her face. Long after you finish cumming, you remain right where you are inside of her, simply basking in her presence. Pinkie seems just as uninclined to move, uncharacteristically still once more - though not unnaturally still. For Pinkie, nothing could feel more natural than this.

Several, several minutes later, you reluctantly disengage from each other. The exertions of your tryst now coupled with the exhaustion of the day, Pinkie slumps against your chest with a sigh, eyes closed - though there is an undeniable air of peace to the tired pony now, which had not been present earlier in the night: certainly, not a side of her that anyone in town would recognize as the legendarily goofy Pinkie Pie. Once more, you find yourself absently stroking at her wild mane. Relaxed, you find yourself not parsing your thoughts, and one slips from your mouth before you have time to consider it.

Hey, Pinkie.

"Mmmn?"

Why do you like me?

Pinkie opens her eyes, looking up at you with those strikingly blue orbs once more. She seems mildly incredulous, as though you just asked a very silly question. Before you can take it back, however, she responds.

"Because you like ME."

Everyone likes you, Pinkie.

She shakes her head. "Ponies like laughing, and smiling, and being happy, and they think of me as part of those things. And I really, really like being that Pinkie Pie for them! I love, love, love making my friends happy. But..." Her eyes lower slightly, refusing to meet your own as she continues. "That's... not all there is to me. I love jokes, but... I don't want to just be Pinkie, the walking punch line. And however much I love my Ponyville friends... that's how some of them see me."

She meets your gaze head on once more. "But not you."

A long pause.

"You... you look at me, and you see me. All of me. Even when I'm not happy and smiling and joking around. And you still like me. In fact, you like me even more." Slowly, she leans in, her lips meeting yours. It's a slow, easy kiss, with none of the passionate lust from earlier. One of soft, gentle love freely given. "And that's why, I love you."

You blink, stupefied at the overflowing emotion in the young mare's words. How do you respond to that? How can you even begin to? You had cared about Pinkie for a long time now, but it had always been somewhat of mystery to you why she'd cared so much about you in return. Now that you know the depths of her feelings, you are overwhelmed.

Pinkie...

Once more Pinke darts in, her face turned up in a brilliant, beaming smile as she gives you a quick, loud, wet smooch on the cheek. Hopping off the couch, she turns to make her way to the kitchen, where her long-forgotten dinner still awaits. She calls out cheerfully over her shoulder as she leaves. "Plus, you've got a really nice cock!"

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Sunset Shimmer

You'd never had much patience for pep rallies at your old school. 'Team spirit' had never really been your thing, and the particularly fake, forced nature of it all just kind of annoyed you. Now that you'd transferred to Canterlot High... you still didn't really like it. But it was tolerable, at least: the cheerleaders seemed legitimately into it, at least. To your great shame, a particularly flirty one had even convinced you to buy a raffle ticket; you'd always been weak to long hair, and that accent... damn. Looking at the little slip of paper in your hand, you sigh inwardly. You didn't even know what the prizes were... not that it was likely to matter. Well, that was a few bucks down the drain.

Taking your seat, you do the best you can to make yourself comfortable among the teeming mass of bodies. Mentally tuning out the Principal's speech, you begin to occupy your time with a riveting round of "Would do, wouldn't do." To your great surprise, most of them are 'Would Do's. You gotta hand it to this place, the girls aren't half shabby. The one with the mint-green hair and those yellow eyes, man, you'd... no, wait, she just snuck a peck on the cheek to the girl sitting next to her. Damn. Hm, maybe she's open minded, though?

You're sufficiently zoned out that you only just barely notice Vice-Principal Luna announcing that the winners of the raffle will be posted on the bulletin board just outside. Shrugging, you decide it couldn't hurt to at least take a look as you go; you don't really have anything better to do at the moment. Making your way out of the gym at the tail end of the crowd, you head towards the bulletin board. As expected, there's quite a gathering. What's less expected is when they turn at your approach, parting to let you up front. A couple clap - you honestly can't tell if it's sarcastic or not.

Your eyes widen slightly to see your name at the very top - grand prize winner! Huh, awesome! One of the guys standing next to you claps you on the back. "Hey, alright new kid! Grats! A lot of guys would kill to get what just fell in your lap!"

What you just got? On that note, what did you actually win? Turning your attention to the board once more, you look more carefully at the text just above your name.

GRAND PRIZE: One date with Prom Queen, Class President, and prospective valedictorian, Sunset Shimmer

What... the actual fuck...

"What the hell?"

Funny, you didn't realize your inner monologue sounded so feminine. Looking over your shoulder, you see the scowling face of a red-and-gold haired girl pushing her way through the crowd. No apologies were issued as she shoved aside anyone who was a little too slow to move, and you knew none would be demanded. The black leather jacket she perpetually wore was not enough to hide the impression of smooth, flawless skin underneath. Aqua colored eyes framed a face that would probably be attractive if it was ever graced with anything but a superior smirk. You might not have been here long, but even you knew this one. The Queen Bee herself had arrived.

Ignoring you completely, she stares up at the bulletin board. Her scowl grows even deeper as she re-reads your name next to hers in the results, and she stamps a foot on the ground in a huff.

"You have got to be kidding me. You have GOT to be kidding me! Of everyone in the entire school, how could I get paired up with some no-name loser like -this-? Of all the stupid ideas I've let the planning committee talk me into..." She spits the words vitriolically, acknowledging you for the first time with a glare. Your eyes widen - not in surprise, but in a sort of disbelief. She gets away with acting like that? Jesus, how can anyone in this place stand her? Casting your eyes about, you see that most of the assembled students looking very interested in the floor, walls, or ceiling. None of them move to leave, however. It's a free show, you suppose. still, she has them well-trained if she can behave this way and not get called on it.

But Sunset Shimmer isn't done yet. Throwing her hands up in the air, she sighs theatrically, turning away from you. "It can't be helped, I suppose. A proper princess must make certain sacrifices for her subjects, and I'm nothing if not magnanimous. I'm going to talk to Miss Cheerilee and see to it that this stupid date thing never happens again, but..." She spins about in place, facing you with a nasty smile.

"I suppose I can throw the little doggy a bone just this once."

Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable. It takes you a few seconds to respond. Sunset Shimmer's smirk only grows in the delay, clearly enjoying your stunned reaction. She crosses her arms over her chest, waiting. Apparently she's in no hurry; she's getting too big a kick out of this. As your surprise begins to fade, it's replaced by anger - cold anger. Time for the spoiled little girl to get a dose of reality check. When you speak, your voice is very, very calm. And very, very clear, to make sure every last student watching hears it.

"Lady, there are not enough bones in the world for this doggy to blow a perfectly good night on you."

The effect is immediate and gratifying: Sunset Shimmer's jaw drops. A gasp ripples through the crowd at your words, followed by a frantic storm of indistinct murmuring. In particular, one pale-haired girl with a wand emblem on her skirt seems to find this uproariously funny, as you see her desperately trying to choke back laughter. It's your turn to smirk, now, and you unhurriedly turn to leave: You know the value of a well-timed exit. Let the rumor mill chew on that one for a while.

But Sunset Shimmer has finally recovered. "How DARE you!" You feel a hand grab you roughly by the shoulder, and are spun about to meet the too-close face of the furious alpha girl. "You miserable, ungrateful little...!" Sunset Shimmer cuts herself off at the sound of a cough from your collective audience, seeming to remember that the two of you are not alone. Holding you in place with the vice grip she's locked on your shoulder, she whispers harshly into your face. "Listen up, you little shit. I don't know what hole you crawled out of, but in here, I rule. This is my school, and I will NOT be made a fool of in my school - least of all by the likes of YOU. You are going to be a good little boy, take your date, and then maybe if I'm feeling generous, I'll refrain from making your life a living hell."

She burns her eyes into yours, daring you to defy her. You stare back in as disinterested a fashion as you can. More loudly, she speaks up, addressing the crowd as much as you. "Got it?"

Every eye in the hallway swivels to you.

You snort, and without a word, turn and walk away.

The rest of the day is uneventful, though you catch your fellow students turning to stare and whisper among themselves as you pass more than once. You'd always been the type to blend into the crowd, and it felt pretty weird being the center of attention. Still, it seemed that to many, you'd said what they'd always dreamed of saying: the drama kids and the rockers had actually gone so far as to cheer you on as you'd entered the cafeteria. You couldn't help but enjoy it a little.

You hadn't seen Sunset Shimmer since then. You were a little worried; she didn't seem like the type to take any perceived insult lying down, and you imagined it'd only be a matter of time until she tried something or other against you. Fuck it, though. You weren't in the mood for high school drama, and if she did try anything, well... you'd cross that bridge when you came to it. For the time being, you just wanted to head home and relax for a while. The sound of the final bell was a godsend when it finally came.

The rest of the class apparently thought so too, boiling out of the room in a near-stampede of jubilance that another long, dull day of lectures had reached its end. Within moments, the din and clamor of voices had begun to fade down the hallway. Miss Cheerilee heaved a sigh of relief herself, giving you a single curt nod before bolting out the door: urgent teacher's business, no doubt. You smile to yourself, tucking the last of your books away into your backpack and hefting it onto your shoulders.

At some point as you had fussed with your books, Sunset Shimmer had appeared in the doorway.

"You and I have some unfinished business."

You frown, though a part of you is relieved that whatever she's trying, she's doing it directly. Curtly, you tell her you're not interested in anything she has to say, attempting to walk past her.

She blocks your path, sneering. "I'm through playing games with you, new kid. I told you before, didn't I? This is my school. You had your big moment earlier today, got everybody to pay attention to you, were the flavor of the day! Oh, and by the way..." She smiles that sick, condescending smile again as she coos out the rest of her sentence. "You're welcome."

You don't say anything, but the question on your face must have been obvious. Sunset Shimmer gives a short, barking laugh. "Of course you should thank me. Stand out of the crowd, act all big and tough in front of everyone, and you made a nice little name for yourself, didn't you? Nobody knew who you were before, but now everybody knows. And all you had to do was defy me. You liked it, didn't you? All eyes on you, everybody wondering what you would do next, wanting you to do what they were too weak to try themselves? Yeah, you've had a pretty good day." Just as earlier, her eyes burn into yours, attempting to stare you down. "All. Thanks. To me."

"But time's up, new kid. I let that little display in the hallway earlier slide. But yappy little dogs need to be reminded of their place." As she speaks, she begins to walk directly towards you, stalking you. She's close... too close, and you step back instinctively as she invades your personal space. But Sunset Shimmer keeps right on walking, her face a rictus of anger as she continues, her voice gradually rising in fury. "You made a fool of me. So here's what's going to happen. You and I are going out for a big night on the town! We'll have dinner, we'll see a movie, and we'll make damn sure a nice big bunch of our classmates see you behaving like a perfect, gentleman." She punctuates the words by poking you in the chest. You grit your teeth, your own anger rising in response just as surely as it had earlier in the day.

She notices. Sunset gives a short, mocking laugh. "Seriously? You're still upset about this? You just don't get it, do you, you loser? I'm doing you a favor, here! A pathetic guy like you, this is probably the closest you'll ever get to actual pussy!"

... Enough. Fucking enough. Were anyone else present, they likely would have stepped away from the pure, seething anger radiating from your form. Just barely managing to restrain yourself, you begin to walk around the massive pain in the ass. You're done here.

She stops you with a heavy, open-handed slap to the face.

Everything stops.

You slowly bring a hand up to your stinging cheek, rubbing at it.

You breathe.

Sounding pleased with herself, Sunset Shimmer places her hands on her hips. "Now then. Ready for your big prize?"

You look up at her, still smirking. You stand up straight, looking her in the eyes. You smile warmly.

"Yeah. I'm ready."

You move quickly, not giving her any warning. One foot stomps down hard on her foot, not so much to do damage as to lock it in place. Pressing forward, you place both hands against her shoulders and push hard. Sunset shrieks, more in surprise than pain, and tries to balance herself against your shove. But with your foot pinning hers down, she can't maneuver the way she needs to. She sways in place briefly before toppling backwards, landing heavily against a desk. Still in motion, you once more take hold of the prone girl's shoulders, flipping her onto her stomach, bent over across the desk. You flip up her skirt, exposing white lace panties against a smooth, toned ass as she gasps under the unexpected onslaught. You grin vindictively, speaking.

"But first, I think it's about time someone taught you a lesson in manners."

Sunset Shimmer's eyes widen as you raise your free hand high over your head. She starts to stammer, trying to say something, anything, but you're not listening. Your hand whistles through the air as you bring it down on her exposed backside with a heavy -crack-.

Sunset Shimmer's squeal echoes through the halls even more loudly than the retort of your hand against her flesh. She sounds more surprised than anything else, taken completely off guard, and you reason that she probably never even anticipated the possibility of one of the 'lesser beings' retaliating against her like this - she certainly hadn't expected your defiance in the hall earlier. That one hurt, you know it must have, but you're not even close to done. A sense of triumphant satisfaction welling within you, you leisurely bring your hand up once more before bringing it down hard across her soft cheeks. The resounding -slap- is music to your ears.

Sunset Shimmer squeals again, this time sending distinctly more furious. The shock begins to fade from her eyes, and she turn around as best she can with one of your hands holding her down. "You... You LITTLE... I'll KILL you for this! I'll crucify you! I'm going to-"

Too noisy. You can fix that. Deciding to switch things up a bit, you lift your hand once again before bringing it down - slapping her ass once with your forehand, then back across on the backhand, then across with the forehand once more. Sunset squeals again, the feminine sound cutting her off in mid-rant as she squeaks through each quick successive slap. "Stop! Release me at once, you fool!"

Oh God, she's making it waaaaay too easy for you to enjoy this. Chuckling, you lay into the prone girl in earnest, now, taking your time as you slowly work her ass over. You no longer slap in retaliation to her, instead administering a more gradual, overall punishment. You have to admit that Sunset has a wonderfully springy butt; just enough fat for a firm, rewarding bounce that sends her flesh rippling ever so slightly, but not nearly so much as to be overweight or too large. You smile as you extract cry after cry, working one cheek, then the other. The pale, immaculate skin rapidly begins to redden under your strokes, and you feel more than a little budding arousal.

Sunset Shimmer continues to sputter vague half-threats for the first minute or so. Eventually, however, your strikes begin to take their toll, the alpha girl's groans and squeaks becoming more and more pained, meek as time goes on. Holding back slightly, you give her a moment to recover, delaying for maximum anticipation of the blow, running a finger lightly across the sore, sensitive flesh. She groans, muttering under her breath. "Impossible... by... by a lowly human... Would never... my horn..."

You bring her back from her contemplations with another soft slap, right across her crack.

Sunset Shimmer screams, trying feebly to cross her legs, and for a moment you hesitate. As much as you were enjoying this, you didn't honestly want to hurt her, and that had been a loud one. Looking carefully at her face, you see the stuck-up girl's flushed face twisted up in a grimace, her eyes closed and her expression a mask of pain. The righteous anger filling you cools somewhat, and you frown. Giving her one more quick slap, you watch her face for the reaction carefully. She winces, a faint trace of tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. This wasn't supposed to feel good, but had you gone too far?

It's then you become aware of the dampness clinging to your fingers.

Looking back down, away from Sunset Shimmer's face, you regard your digits curiously before turning your gaze to Sunset's ass. For a moment, you are half-afraid you will see that you have drawn blood, and you turn a critical eye to the well-tenderized posterior. At first, you don't see anything, but that's because you're looking in the wrong place.

Her panties are absolutely soaked.

You snort. Then you chuckle. Then you laugh. Holy shit, this was just too perfect.

"You were enjoying this!?"

She looks up at you tearfully, her voice a pathetic, whining whimper. "I... I wasn't..."

Your hand slaps loudly against her abused ass, sending another tremor through her entire body as she squeals.

"Don't lie to me."

"I am!" She wails pitifully. Once again, the prideful girl's legs twitch, desperately moving against nothing, and you realize now that she's instinctively trying to scissor them in desperation. "Never... never felt anything like this... Oh God, please..."

You slap her ass again, and she screams even harder than before. This time, there is no trace of pain left in her voice - only sheer, near-orgasmic pleasure. She pushes her butt out toward you slightly as your hand retreats, giving you a better angle on her sore cheeks.

"What a dirty little slut. Figures you'd get off on something like this. A bitch like you, this is probably what you wanted all along, didn't you?"

When she speaks, her voice is full of equal parts shame, pain, and desire. "I... I didn't-"

"You were very rude to me earlier. I think you owe me an apology."

-SLAP-. The sound resounds through the empty classroom, and Sunset Shimmer wails. You have long since removed your hand from her back - she isn't going anywhere, and you both know it.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

-SLAP-. "Sorry for what?"

She trembles, crying out the words, but continually thickening smell of her arousal leaves you no doubt as to the source of her distress.

"I'm sorry for being such a b, bitch! I know it was wrong! I won't do it again, I promise!"

"Hmm. So you're a bitch?"

She hiccups, sniffling. "I aaaaaaaam... I'm a bitch..."

You slap her ass again, and she moans, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"Whose bitch are you?"

She looks up at you, her watery eyes meeting yours, and there is no challenge in them.

"I'm... your bitch..."

You smile warmly, leaning forward to plant a tender kiss on Sunset Shimmer's forehead. Your hand runs through her hair, stroking her head softly. For the first time, you think to yourself that she really is kind of beautiful. You clasp her abused ass cheeks gently, running your fingers softly over them, easing the hurt away, and she watches you meekly, gratefully. You help her back to her feet, standing her up from her bent-over posture on the desk, and she winces slightly at the soreness in her abused ass.

"Good girl. You did very well. I forgive you."

She smiles, a few scattered tears still clinging to her face, and bites her lip. When she speaks, the words are so quiet, hesitant, that you have a little trouble hearing them.

"P, please... I... I need..." She looks away from you, at the floor.

You take her chin in your hand, gently turning her head back up to face you. She doesn't resist, her head facing yours, but her eyes still turn submissively downwards. You let it go - she's had a tough day.

"You want to cum?"

She nods, still not looking directly at you. "Uh huh."

You press your lips to hers firmly. She gives a little mewl as your insistent tongue slips briefly into her mouth, exploring, teasing against her own. When you pull free, she's panting slightly, and you smirk at the sight.

"Well, I did say you were a good girl. And good girls get rewarded."

Her eyes light up with silent gratitude, and without a word on your part she gets back down onto the desk, bent over with her legs spread wide and flipping up her skirt as before. She looks over her shoulder, eyes pleading silently. Her cheeks as red as ever, but this time, your focus is elsewhere. Taking hold of her panties in one hand, you pull them down to her ankles in a single movement.

Pink, puffy pussy lips, already slick with her arousal, greet you. You don't waste time - she's more than than ready to go. Shrugging free of your pants, you position yourself at Sunset Shimmer's slit. She moans, long and low, as your cock head slips between her pussy lips, but remains obediently still. Taking hold of her hips firmly, you press inside.

You slide inside without resistance, her soaking wet cunt eager to please, and are rewarded with another fulfilled cry. Only once you have completely bottomed out inside her do you draw out with deliberate slowness, pulling almost all of the way out of her. Sunset Shimmer trembles as you threaten to rob her of her treat, but gives another satisfied moan as you push back into her once more. There's no need to posture, here; Sunset Shimmer knows exactly who is in charge, and every push into her tight, hot depths claims her body that much more thoroughly.

Continuing to push in and out of her grasping cunt, you lean down and whisper into your fuck toy's ear. "Now, isn't this so much nicer than your usual bitchy self?"

She moans as you twist and grind against her throbbing clit. "Yeeeeeeeees."

Once again, you can't help but smile - maybe this one can be salvaged after all. "Good girl." Straightening yourself, you broaden your stance and begin to pound her pussy in short, powerful strokes - you've kept her waiting long enough.

Sunset Shimmer continues to cry out in increasingly uncontrolled pleasure as you rock her body against the desk again and again, spearing her on your iron-hard shaft. Her fingers clutch at the edges of the wood, turning white with the strength of her grip, and her soaking pussy tightens around your prick. Her eyes clench shut, on the verge of orgasm, and your own thrusts become erratic and uncontrolled as the rising tide of pleasure begins to overwhelm you. Only one thing left to do before she's yours completely, and you're more than willing to do it.

Burying yourself inside her, your possessive roar matches her submissive cry as you both cum together.

Your cock pumps again and again, dumping your thick load as deep as you can inside her while her spasming pussy begs your shaft for every last drop. You oblige her, staying locked against the panting, flushed girl until long after your orgasm ends, still giving the occasional tiny, light push inside her in an attempt to wring as much pleasure out of her well-fucked hole as you can. Only once you finally begin to soften do you reluctantly pull free and step away, admiring your handiwork.

Sunset Shimmer still lays against the desk, twitching feebly, tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her ass, still bright red from your earlier spankings, is in sharp contrast with the white cum oozing from her pussy to drip slowly on the floor. She pants, barely coherent, her mind still swimming in a blissful post-orgasmic haze. Her thoroughly soaked panties were jostled free at some point during the afternoon's excitement, and lie in a ball on the floor.

Calmly, wordlessly, you spend a moment or two wiping yourself off before donning your pants once more, and hefting your backpack up onto your shoulders. Heading for the door, you look back over your shoulder to see Sunset Shimmer slowly moving, wincing from the punishment her body has taken as her brain gradually returns to something resembling full consciousness. She looks up at you, blinking, and there is something like awe in her eyes. In ever you were in doubt before, that look seals it: things are going to be different around here from now on. And it might take a little while, but you'd bet anything that in a week or two, you'd be 'cornered' in an empty classroom once more. Pushing the door open, you make your way out.

"See you around, Sunset. Oh, and thanks for the date."

Author's Note

I actually really enjoyed this one. It was pretty damn tough to write, especially in the beginning since I have so little patience for high school stereotypes. It also honestly felt pretty weird to be writing straight-up human content; I'm pretty used to ponies by this point. Still, once I got going, I liked the way it turned out.

Ordinarily I try to keep the human protagonist less involved in the story, since it's ultimately a self-insert and you want to avoid telling people what they would or wouldn't do, or would or wouldn't feel - all too often it takes them out of the story and makes it harder them to identify with the character, which is bad when you're writing second person. Since the reader is the dominant party in this one, I had to make him a stronger, more involved character than usual. I think it works, but eh, I suppose it's ultimately up to the reader.

All that being said, this is probably the only time I'm gonna write Equestria Girls content. It was a nice change of pace and I believe mixing things up periodically definitely makes you a stronger writer, but, well... there's only so much you can do with that movie.

So... yeah! Hope you enjoyed!

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Vinyl Scratch

THUD THUD THUD

What?

THUD THUD THUD

You groan, rolling over in bed. A quick, bleary-eyed look at the window confirms it's still pitch-black outside. Who the hell could be knocking on your door at this hour? Turning, you squint at your alarm clock. 3:08 AM, the glowing blue digital numbers inform you.

THUD THUD THUD

Hating life and everything about it, you drag yourself from the warm embrace of your blanket and stumble towards the door, clad only in your boxers. Whoever the fuck that is, they better have a goddamn good explanation for -

"Heeeeeeeey, dude! It's me! Let me in!"

Even muffled by your apartment door, you recognize the voice instantly, and your heart skips a beat. Before you can properly formulate a response, you find yourself blurting out, hesitation thick in your tone.

Vinyl? What the hell are you doing here?

The DJ doesn't seem to mind the rather informal greeting. "Aw, come on, babe, you know I work late! The set I was working just let out. Man, I was on FIRE out there! Crowd ate it up!"

You had no trouble believing that. Following the opening and stabilization of the Earth-Equestria portal network, the ponies' natural gifts for social interaction had made themselves readily apparent. Most of them had wasted no time in getting to know their new neighbors, and soaked up human knowledge and culture like a sponge. Although humanity had been initially very leery of sharing space with pastel-colored magical aliens they knew almost nothing about, Equestria's inherent good nature and disarmingly friendly attitude had quickly won over even the harshest of critics. In no time at all, ponies had become a common sight in cities across the globe, and were generally held in high esteem - you just couldn't help but like them.

Just as human culture had spilled over into Equestrian life, so too had some of Equestria made its way to Earth. The infamous DJ-PON3, already a star on her own planet, had become an overnight sensation in clubs across Earth. She ate the attention up with a spoon for the most part, and had conducted quite a few tours all over the planet entertaining her new-found fans. Of course, it also didn't hurt that for the cause of promoting harmony and cultural sharing between the two races, she had the full backing of the Royal House.

You'd met her at just such a party, most of the details of which escape you. You might have had just a little more to drink than you usually did, but really, you felt fine at the time. A little more had seemed perfectly reasonable. And then a little more. And then a little more. And then you recall something about thinking it'd be funny to flirt with the DJ, and you didn't remember much more after that.

You certainly remember waking up beside her in your bed, though. God, you didn't think you'd ever forget that, no matter how hard you tried.

Vinyl slams the door again. "Come on dude, you gonna keep me waiting all night? Open up!"

Vinyl, you have a hotel room! Go there!

"Aw, but that bed is so uncomfortable!" The unicorn whines. "I can never get to sleep in it! Your bed feels sooooo much better. Pleeeeeaaaaase put me up for the night?" Looking through the peephole, your worst fears are confirmed; she's pushed her shades up onto her horn and is pouting adorably in your direction. Your stomach flutters. Ponies are fucking unfair, no living thing should be able to look that cute.

You hesitate, thinking about it. You didn't know Vinyl that well, but from what little small talk the two of you had shared, you knew she was pretty eccentric. She might actually mean it, being unable to sleep in a hotel and having taken a liking to your bed. She's like a rock star, and they're weird like that, right? You've got to admit, when she's making that face it's hard to think of her as anything but an adorable, innocent little creature who needs a big, strong human to protect her. Half-memories of bodies pressed tightly together, the taste of her mouth on yours, and a rising, primal pleasure dance at the edges of your mind, chased closely thereafter by a profound sense of wrongness at how little those images feel wrong. In the morning, over breakfast with Vinyl, you'd vowed you would take those memories to your grave. She had just laughed. The whole thing was sick, just fucking sick.

In some tiny, insistent corner of your mind, you knew you didn't care.

You open the door slowly, half-hoping the unicorn will have wandered off during your moment of introspection. No such luck; she meets your tightly-set frown with a beaming grin, as though this was exactly what she had been expecting. She winks at you conspiratorially as she walks past you into the apartment, not waiting as you grudgingly explain that you're just giving her a place to crash tonight, and that's all.

"You got it, man. Whatever you say."

You shut the door and latch it, sighing. Deciding to at least try to be civil, you ask her how the show went.

"Oh, it was AWESOME! Got hooked up with this human girl, Lindsey Stirling, she's got some real moves. We rocked the place all Celestia-damned NIGHT! Crowd was still screaming for us when the owners were trying to turn off the lights! I love this planet, you humans definitely know how to have a good time. Pony parties are awesome and all, but sometimes it's a little... PG, ya know? Anyway, I think the adrenaline's finally starting to wear off, though. You wanna just crash?"

Yeah, that sounds pretty good to you.

"Cool, cool. Alright then. Let's get going."

Yeah, no. She's sleeping on the bed, since she apparently came halfway across town for it. You're on the couch.

"Whaaaaaat? Oh, come on, dude. What, you think I bite? It's big enough for two."

Vinyl...

"Are you STILL upset about last time? I mean geez, you were drunk, yeah, but trust me." That trademark mischievous grin creases her face once more, a playful light dancing in her eyes. "That performance was NOTHING to be ashamed of."

You groan, speaking through the palm currently clasping your face. Vinyl, you DON'T like ponies like that!

She smirks. Then she giggles. Then she laughs, just barely managing to get the words out past her mirth. "Th, that's not what you s- *snrk* said last night!"

Your face reddening, you move back towards the door, intent on letting your unwanted guest right back out the way she came.

"Hey, okay, okay! I'm sorry!" She soothes placatingly, quickly trotting out in front of you and standing between you and the door. "It was too far. I get it. I'm just a little loopy, you know? Long night, lots of energy. Please don't be mad, pleeeaaase?"

Sighing, you calm down a little. Vinyl is always like this, you've come to realize, and it's exactly as frustrating as you'd think it would be. But you can't help it when your lips give just the tiniest upward twitch at the edges; she may be flaky as hell, but you'll be damned if it's not endearingly so. Seeing your silent acceptance of the apology, the neon-blue haired unicorn turns back to the bedroom once more, trotting away from you. Once she's a good five or so feet away, she yawns conspicuously.

"Really, I'm just soooooooo tired." As she speaks, she stretches in exactly the way that tired ponies do not, arching her back and leaning her haunches in your general direction. And, as her tail swishes idly to the side, gives you an excellent view of her soft pink pussy lips.

You freeze. There's no way that wasn't intentional... right? She must just be screwing with your head again. It is Vinyl, after all. Or maybe it really was an accident - they're naked all the time, right?

Standing back up, Vinyl's horn glows softly before a gentle light envelops your hand, pulling you forward after her. "Come on. Seriously. Share the bed with me. It's no big deal. I need a teddy bear."

For a long moment you stand in place, resisting the soft, insistent telekinetic tug. Then, ever so slowly, you start walking. You couldn't say why. It just felt like the right thing to do. Quietly, almost pleadingly, you remind Vinyl that you're just going right to sleep.

She turns her head, looking you in the eyes over her shoulder with those bright red orbs, an unreadable expression on her face. "Of course, dude. Whatever you say."

No more words are exchanged as the two of you fall into the embrace of your mattress, but you no longer feel tired at all. Vinyl is facing away from you, and you from her - that suits you just fine. For a couple of minutes, the only sound is the pony's relaxed sigh, and your muscles begin to release their tension.

Then you feel her roll over.

You don't speak. You don't move.

A hoof wraps around your form, and the unicorn shifts, pressing herself more firmly against you. "Mmmm, warm..."

Softly, she begins to stroke up and down your side. Your breathing quickens with more than just anxiety, and you begin to feel your member beginning to stiffen, awakened by the promise of forbidden pleasures.

You don't stop her.

She kisses your neck, your entire body tingling with the warmth of her lips, and the cool wetness of the lingering saliva.

You don't stop her.

Her hoof slowly slides down your body until it reaches your boxers, and the now-obvious erection obscenely tenting them. She rubs your penis through the thin fabric.

You don't stop her.

A magical field envelopes your meager nightwear, pulling it smoothly from your body, and Vinyl pulls you onto your back, clambering atop you to straddle your legs. Her face is flush with lust, and she eyes your engorged member with open arousal. She slides up and down on your leg absently, her moistened marehood spreading a light sheen of her excitement onto your leg. The scent is strong, and you breathe it in deeply. Still, your reluctance clings. You speak to the pony sitting atop you, your voice weak.

Vinyl... why?

"Because." She pants, sliding forward to let her sex rest atop your throbbing dick. She slides back and forth teasingly, moaning at the stimulation against her sensitive clit. "You are just way too fucking cute, when you make that face." And, lifting herself slightly, she positions your rod at her slit, and lowers herself onto you.

You enter her smoothly, easily, her walls clinging tightly around you but still parting easily to grant you access. Vinyl fits around you like a satin glove, like you were made to be inside of her. Her tunnel is different than a human woman's, much more active, and her marehood shifts and massages at your entire length in a hellishly pleasurable embrace. Just being inside of her is a trial in self control, her twitching walls teasing you like no one else's ever have. When she pulls herself up all the way to your tip before plunging back down once more, the overload is almost more than you can take. You moan, your eyes rolling back in your head.

Vinyl notices your reaction. "F-fuck, yes!" She groans, bouncing up and down more enthusiastically in your lap. "That's the face! That's what I love. By Celestia, you're adorable!" Once more pulling you all the way out to the tip, she slams down atop you. You open your mouth in a silent scream, but she's quick to shut it as she falls forward onto your chest, sealing your mouth with a kiss. Her tongue explores your mouth hungrily, powerfully, as she grinds in place atop your prick. The back and forth stimulation of your embedded cock sends bolts of pleasure through you, your shaft proudly spearing the eager unicorn.

Vinyl licks her lips as she pulls free and into a sitting position atop you once more. She licks her lips, savoring the taste of you, and you see her horn light up. Before you can even begin to wonder what she's up to, she gives you a wink and begins bouncing up and down atop your shaft, pulling you in and out of her welcoming marehood. Wet slaps, squelches, and squishes fill the air, far louder than they should be, and you realize the unicorn is using her acoustic talents to dramatically heighten the sounds of your frantic lovemaking, filling the room with the sounds of sex against sex. She grins down at you, triumphant. When she speaks, her voice is a whisper. With the guidance of her magic, you hear it as though it was right in your ears.

"Still think any human pussy could ever compete with this?"

...

No.

No, you realize with sudden and perfect clarity. No, it never could. And just like that, you give yourself fully over to the unicorn.

Vinyl's eyes light up, her victory complete, and begins shortening her strokes against you, her needy sexy pumping your prick, milking it for all the cum you have to offer. Her horn glows once again,and you feel a warm tingling envelop your balls just before she begins to telekinetically caress them. You feel your sack tighten, orgasm welling within you, and you grit your teeth in breathless anticipation.

"Then give me what I need!"

You cum hard, powerful spurts shooting up into the pony riding you, coating her walls white with your essence. You can't impregnate the unicorn, but your body doesn't know that. You thrust as much as your leverage will allow, attempting to drive as much of your seed into Vinyl's grasping pussy as you can, desperate to breed your mare. Only once you are completely spent do your muscles unclench, allowing you to fall limply back down into the bed. The DJ grins, rubbing contentedly at her lower belly where she can feel the spreading warmth of your virility inside of her. She loved that feeling, and had wanted as much of it as she could get; you certainly did not disappoint.

Vinyl considered pulling free of you, but realized almost immediately that removing your still-buried cock would likely allow much of the cum inside of her to drizzle out. She frowned - she liked your cum right where it was, thank you very much. Still, you felt awfully nice inside of her, and it wasn't like she was in a hurry - indeed, with the culmination of the night's festivities, she found that her exertions were finally beginning to catch up with her. Yawning, she fell forward onto you once more, burying her head against your chest as she wrapped her forelegs around you. Mmm, warm? Check. Comfortable? Check. Cock still right where it belonged? Double check. Her mind completely at ease, Vinyl Scratch fell asleep against you almost immediately, her soft snores filling the room.

Your own eyelids begin to droop not long afterwards. This was certainly not how you had expected your evening to go, but you certainly couldn't complain about the results. You still didn't know how comfortable you really were with what you'd done, but you found that you could not bring yourself to regret even a moment of it. You'd have to spend some time sorting out your feelings about ponies, and the way you saw them, but that was a topic for another day - for now, Vinyl was soft, and warm, and felt ever so right against your body.

You closed your eyes, already beginning to drift off. Dimly, you recalled that Vinyl had three more appearances booked here in the city before she headed back to Equestria for a while.

You would have to make a note to get plenty of rest the nights before those appearances.

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You down the contents of the shot glass in a single, long drink, pulling away with a satisfied sigh. You needed that. You could feel yourself just beginning to get buzzed, and you relax slightly from the tensions of a long, exhausting day. They might be a little awkward to deal with sometimes, but damn if ponies didn't know how to make a human feel welcome. Pony nightclubs, in particular, loved having your kind around. You, like so many others, were all too happy to flock to the numerous 'half-off for all human customers' deals. Being a stranger here without much else to do at night, you made the most of the club scene. You hadn't been much of a party guy before you'd come to Equestria, but, well... ponies definitely knew how to make a guy feel welcome.

"Hey there, hot flanks." A teal-coated pegasus mare with a wild yellow mane helps herself up onto the stool beside you, grinning confidently. "This seat taken?"

And then there's that.

You'd heard the rumors, of course. You supposed most human emigrants probably had. At the time, you had brushed them off as wild exaggerations: That Equestria had a major gender imbalance that vastly favored females, that cross-species pairings were not all that uncommon on the other side of the portal, and that mares were apparently fascinated by human males. That much you knew, that much everyone knew. What you'd failed to take into account was that because of that same gender disparity, the traditional Equestrian social schema was that of the female as the aggressive party in relationships.

Hence why humans so often got half-off on all drinks at social venues. A ready stream of lithe, dexterous, mysterious, unattached males had turned out to be very, VERY good for business.

You wince slightly, feeling a tinge of sympathy for all the women you'd ever flirted with. You were still a little put off at being so blatantly hit on. You hadn't thought it would bother you so much, but being on the other side of this scenario often wound up being very, very awkward - to say nothing of the ones doing the propositioning being tiny, colorful horses. Frowning slightly, you try to answer as neutrally as you can that it's not, being careful not to meet her gaze.

She's undeterred. "Hey, y'know, I've seen you in here a couple times, now. Never seen you with anypony, though. Having trouble making friends?" She leans in slightly closer to you. Slightly. So little you almost don't notice. Almost. When you don't immediately answer, she keeps right on going.

"Cute guy like you, that'd be a real crime. I could help you out, you know. Show you the sights." She leans forward, again, and this time you can't help but turn to look at her. She's smirking. "Maybe help you... relax a bit."

You can't help it. Your face flushes bright red, the heat creeping up to your ears, heart pounding in your chest. The pegasus laughs, clearly taking the reaction as a point in her favor, and becomes bolder. Wrapping a foreleg around your shoulders, she pulls you in closer until the two of you are almost face to face. Your breath catches in your throat for a moment in surprise - despite her delicate-looking frame, she's strong. She whispers in your ear.

"You're not the first human I've had, you know. They all act so tough at first, so resistant, like mares gross them out." You begin to pull your head away, but she catches your chin with a surprisingly dexterous wing, turning you back to look into her eyes. "Riiiiiight up until I show them what they've been missing out on. And now, not one of 'em can be satisfied with a human woman ever again."

She locks her eyes on yours, muzzle inches away from your face. You don't blink. You can't look away.

"So how about it, human? Ready to go for a pony ride?"

How... how the hell did this happen!? You open your mouth, but only a befuddled, weak stammer comes out.

"Is this mare bothering you, sir?"

Both of your gazes snap in unison to the nervous looking light-blue unicorn standing before you. She shrinks slightly under the scrutiny, but doesn't look away.

"I said... is this mare bothering you, sir?"

The pegasus scowls. "Buzz off, hornhead. This doesn't concern you."

She takes a small step forward, setting her expression into one of stern disapproval - though you notice her legs tremble slightly as she does so. "If you're bothering him, then I'm, m-making it my business." Her horn lights up, glowing softly. She doesn't seem to be doing anything yet, but the message is clear.

The pegasus's scowl deepens. Her gaze darts from you, to the unicorn, and back again. To your massive unspoken relief, she gives a hard flap, lifting herself into the air and leisurely starting to fly away. "Oh, screw this. You two morons aren't worth getting kicked out, and I can find another human. Have fun getting the 'just friends' speech from that one, horny."

The unicorn stands firm and upright, horn flickering with arcane energies, until the pegasus has disappeared into the milling crowd nearer the entrance. Only then does she relax with a relieved sigh, slumping slightly and closing her eyes as she releases her magic. When she looks back up, she finds you smiling warmly at her. Patting the recently-vacated seat at your side, you invite her up, and offer to buy her a drink. She grins, accepting gratefully. Thanking her for her help, you tell her your name.

"Nice to meet you." She replies, still smiling. "I'm Minuette."

The rest of the night goes pretty smoothly. It helps, of course, that having Minuette with you tends to deter other mares who might be feeling a little bold, but the real highlight is the unicorn herself. She's remarkably charming company, a shining of that special combination of innocent cuteness and intelligent amicability that has so endeared ponykind to humanity in so little time. She tells you about tourist attractions you should check out, the best places to buy your food, what life is like in Equestria in general. You tell her stories of your life on Earth, some of the basic ideas governing human technology, and explain the apparently fascinating concept of weather that isn't planned out weeks in advance. All in all, it's one of the most enjoyable nights you've had ever since arriving on this world.

So enjoyable, you don't monitor your drink intake quite as well as you should. Only when the two of you go off on a several-minute long giggling fit on the topic of hoofball versus basketball, and how ridiculous it would look if ponies had to dribble in hoofball, do you realize that both of you are quite thoroughly drunk.

"Oh... oh my." Minuette snerks. "I think... maybe we overdid it a bit?"

Juuuuuuuuuuust a little bit. The two of you regard each other in dead seriousness - for approximately two seconds - before bursting out into mirth once more.

"Maaaaybe we should call it a night, then." Standing, she extends a hoof to you, teetering in place. Ignoring it - you rather seriously doubt she could support your weight - you gingerly take to your feet yourself. She doesn't seem to take offense. "Lemme walk you home."

Awwwww... that's so cute of her. She's cute. You're cute, you tell her. But it's okay, you can handle yourself. She tosses her head slightly, in the gesture you've come to realize is the pony equivalent of a shrug.

"Nooooo no no, I insist! My mom taught me better than to treat a stallion like... like..." Her eyes glaze over for a moment as her alcohol-soaked mind struggles to complete the thought.

And fails. "... I'mma walk you home!"

You laugh. Oh, what the hell. She probably shouldn't be walking the streets alone in her state, anyway.

The two of you quite literally fall into the apartment as you finally resolve the fiendish riddle that is the lock. Away from the social lubrication of the club environment, you're beginning to calm down a bit even despite your intoxication, and Minuette makes use of her increased faculties.

"Umm... we should... probably drink some water, or something, or we're gonna be reeeaaaallly hung over tomorrow." She drops onto your couch with a slight 'pomf.'

Oh god, she's so right. That is a really good idea. She's so responsible. Minuette, you're so responsible. As quickly as your hazy mind can manage, you pour a couple cups for yourself and your guest before settling down next to her. She thanks you, taking the mug in a telekinetic field that only wobbles a little, and sips gingerly at her plain drink. You join her, several long moments passing in quietly companionable silence as the tension drains from you. Slowly but surely, you begin to feel your brain righting itself, and you silently thank the unicorn's foresight - that one would've been painful to wake up to. Idly, without really thinking about it, you thank her again for her help with that pushy pegasus.

She waves a fore leg dismissively in your direction. "S'no big deal. You looked a little lost, is all. Still, I can't really blame her or anything, s'not like I didn't want to get in your pants too..." She takes another sip of her water.

And then freezes.

Slowly, she looks up at you, eyes wide, to see if you were paying attention to that last part.

You were.

Minuette groans, shutting her eyes tightly, and leans forward to smack her head lightly on the coffee table, somehow managing not to bash her horn into the wood.

"Oh for the love of Cadenza, I cannot BELIEVE I just said that." THUD.

Somewhat amused - and feeling surprisingly much more complimented than you imagined you would, you catch her head as she goes in for another bonk, smiling reassuringly as she looks blearily up at you. Gently, though somewhat awkwardly, you tell her it's okay. You're not mad. But, you can't resist asking, was she just trying to butter you up all this time?

Minuette shakes her head, winces at the sensations the action provokes, and then takes another gulp of water. "No, really! I saw you sitting at the bar, and I thought you were really cute and all, but I wasn't going to say anything until that other mare started bugging you. And then, well, we'd already started talking, and I really did want to get to know you better, and you were so nice, and I wasn't going to try anything I swear and-"

You shush her with a finger to her lips. It's alright, you tell her, she's convinced you. Truth be told, you're a little flattered.

She looks at you with obvious surprise written across her features. "Really? But, you're not grossed out by thinking out by a mare... y'know, like... that?"

It's your turn to flush, turning your eyes away from her to study the coffee table with intense interest. Well, it was really, really weird, yeah. And of course the idea was disgusting at first. But now that you'd been here in Equestria for a while and come to appreciate just how intelligent and charming ponies really were... well, you'd be lying if you said it hadn't at least... crossed your mind...

You feel Minuette's eyes on you, even if you aren't looking at them directly, and flush even harder in response. When she speaks again, there is a trembling note of hope in her voice that sends a thrill through you.

"Well... if you're really that curious... maybe I could... help teach you."

You look up to find the unicorn's eyes blazing with lust. She breathes heavily, legs curled underneath of her as though about to spring at you at the slightest invitation. She wets her lips slightly, waiting for your response.

...

Yeah. You'd like that.

The pony wastes no more time, springing across the couch to land heavily atop you, and your arms reflexively wrap around her barrel to catch her. Her lips meet yours once, twice, three times, the urgency of the mare's actions betraying her desire. When you reciprocate, going in for a kiss of your own, she quickly slips her tongue into your mouth, moaning in delight as she does so. Your hands run up and down her body, slowly and hesitantly at first, and then with increasing speed and confidence. Her muscles tense, and then completely relax as you reach her flanks, delicately tracing over her cutie marks with your fingers. You feel her tail twitching sharply, slapping against your thigh, and the faint scent of her musk begins to fill the room. Minuette's tongue probes deeper, meeting, caressing, and entwining your own.

Your erection pokes her through your pants as she shifts in place, and she breaks the kiss with a gasp before smiling slyly at you, the timid unicorn now fully reconciled with her desires. Scooting down slightly on your body, she wastes no time smoothly, easily removing the intervening fabric with her magic. Your cock springs free, large and proud, making no secret of your own enthusiasm. Minuette licks her lips, admiring your length.

"I've heard a lot of stories about how good you humans taste. I think it's time to what all the fuss is about." Winking slightly, she darts forward, taking you into her mouth.

You gasp, muscles clenching under the sudden onslaught. Minuette's mouth is hot and wet around you, her tongue eagerly exploring every last inch of your cockflesh, and you have to fight to resist the urge to cum on the spot. She sucks delicately at your glans for a moment, savoring the sweet saltiness so distinctive of humans, teasing your sensitive underside with her long, agile tongue before bobbing up and down on your length. You gasp and buck slightly against the sensations, and the pony feels a flush of victorious pride at the reactions she is coaxing from you. Her tail wishes side to side happily, drawing your attention, and you are struck by the overwhelming lewdness of looking down and seeing a unicorn's head happily buried in your lap, licking and sucking away in obvious enjoyment. A loud slurp escapes her periodically as she goes about her fun, and you would almost swear she's doing it on purpose. Breathing heavily, you instinctively lay your hands on the back of her head, stroking her mane approvingly. She stops for a moment, looking up at you mischievously, and winks.

Before you can ask what she's doing, she plunges forward. Only later would you find out an interesting facet of pony biology: they do not have a gag reflex.

Her deepthroat takes your entire shaft all the way to the hilt. Lightning shoots through your veins, and you cry out as you dump your hot, creamy load right down her throat. She gulps visibly, again and again, swallowing everything that you have to offer, and to your amazement you can actually feel her tongue just barely managing to slip free of her mouth to lick at your balls, relishing in their salty musk. This in turn manages to coax even more cum out of you, sac tightening around your balls and giving your lover the prize she so eagerly seeks. Minuette moans in appreciation around your length, the vibrations from her mouth sending even more tremors of pleasure through you and extending your orgasm out even further - without a doubt, the longest you've ever had. Only once she is absolutely certain that she's emptied you does she slowly withdraw, panting in exertion, but licking her lips proudly. You twitch feebly, still lost in the afterglow of an orgasm the intensity of which you could never have imagined.

"Oh... Oh yes, that was..." Not coming up with anything, she collapses atop you with her head resting on your stomach, settling for, "Oh, fuck yes."

Fuck yes, you tiredly but happily agree, is right. Still, you can't help but feel guilty. You didn't mean to cum so soon, but you just couldn't help yourself. The least you can do is get her off.

Minuette giggles slightly. "Ohhhhhh, I wouldn't worry too much about that. I didn't cum, but you really do taste just as good as everypony says. And besides... who said we're done yet?" She grins mischievously, horn lighting up, and you feel magic surge into you. You start in surprise, not having expected the sudden action, but before you can even begin to protest your entire body grows warm, tingling faintly. Fresh vigor seems to flow into you, revitalizing you and filling you anew with desire. Your softening reaction almost immediately begins to harden once more, and you could almost swear your balls feel heavier, as though bloated with semen. The sensation seems as though it should feel painful, but your body says otherwise, clearly sending the signal that it is ready to go. In wonder, you look to Minuette.

She blushes. "I... may have read the Pony Sutra.

"... And the appendix section targeted specifically at unicorns.

"... Twice."

She flinches slightly at your disbelieving look. "Hey, I was a very curious teenager, alright!?"

Your stern visage gradually shifts into a widening smile, and Minuette's face quickly creases into a smile of her own. Before long, the two of you are once more giggling like idiots, this time for reasons that have nothing to do with the alcohol still in your systems. You pull the pony to your chest in a tight hug, kissing her lightly on the lips, an expression of affection rather than pure lust.

But you're not done yet, and neither is she. You kiss her again, more hungrily this time, before gently laying her on her back. She looks at you questioningly, but you simply smile.

"Wait, what are you- IEEEEEE!"

She jumps a good foot or two as your tongue finds her slit and begins slowly, delicately probing her folds. You take your time, tracing tiny circles all around her outer lips, savoring the taste before you even begin to probe deeper. Minuette squirms under your ministrations, and you smirk at the role reversal, enjoying the feeling of exerting your power over the mare. Minuette moans absently as you tongue slips inside, teasing at her rapidly moistening entrace.

"Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohymygosh, I've never even heard of a stallion doing thiiiiiii-!"

Her voice cuts off with a squeak as you finally wrap your lips ever so gently around her clit, her legs tightening around your head.

The next several minutes form a one-pony chorus of shrieks and moans as you busy yourself between the mare's thighs. You keep your tongue mostly to her clit, occasionally slipping into her pussy to enjoy the taste of her excitement, but you are more than willing to introduce your lover to the wonders of hands as well. Your hands roam freely as you lick and suck slowly at her clit: caressing her flanks, teasing at her soft teats, stroking her pussy, and finally, slipping inside of her. You piston your fingers in and out of her, slowly at first, and then with gradually increasing speed. Looking up, you see Minuette's eyes locked on your head in her lap. Her eyes are half-shut, her mouth a prolonged, silent 'Ooooo' of pleasure. Her marehood twitches around your fingers, tugging eagerly, hot and soft and wet.

Winking back at her, you keep your eyes locked to hers, silently ordering her not to look away. Then, as Minuette watches, your gaze still locked on hers, you bury your fingers inside her, seal your lips against her sensitive flesh, and begin licking her clit as fast as you can.

Minuette squeals as she cums - as hard as you did. Harder, even. Her legs reflexively clamp down around your head, locking you in place, and a veritable flood of her juices pours out from her pussy, still tightly clamped down on your fingers. Withdrawing your fingers with difficulty, you quickly put them to work gently stroking her clit while your tongue takes their place, lapping eagerly at your mate, relishing in the sweet taste of her release. Minuette's eyes roll up in her head, her body shivering again and again as you gradually slow down at her clitoris, drawing out her orgasm as long and as gently as possible. You are more reluctant to stop the eager exploring of your tongue, still delicately enjoying the wonderful taste of your lover, deeply breathing in her heady scent. Only when Minuette's muscles go completely slack around you, the unicorn sighing in ultimate relieved satisfaction, do you relent, swallowing one last time before you withdraw from her sex. For several long minutes, the two of you are content simply to lie in each other's embrace, enjoying the soft warmth of the other's body. Outside, you can hear the steady dripping of rain pattering against the windows. In all the evening's activities, you had never even noticed it starting. But now, it serves only as a wonderfully soothing background to a perfect night.

Minuette snuggles her head against your shoulder. "That was... amazing. Just... I... I've never, anything like it..."

Yeah, you agree. That sums it up just about perfectly.

Having a sudden idea, you turn the unicorn around, facing her away from you. She regards you curiously, but makes no move to resist. Now with easy access to her back, you smirk slightly as you put your strong hands to work once more, exploiting the time-honored secret weapon of boyfriends everywhere: the back rub. Your fingers press firmly into Minuette's shoulders - or whatever it is that ponies have - kneading and caressing her soft flesh. She tenses at first, not sure what you're doing but you will not be denied. Though you may be an amateur, you're still a quick study, and in no time Minuette is groaning in relief as you find knot after knot and work them away. The pony melts into a puddle of relaxed bliss under your ministrations, and you teasingly bring a hand up to rub gently at her horn.

The pony stiffens, her magic once more softly lighting the room, and you gasp as you feel a telekinetic field envelop your cock. Though Minuette might not have hands, you very quickly learn that unicorns know how stroking motions work, a warm, intangible pressure rippling methodically up and down your shaft. You feel yourself rapidly rising to attention once more, your grasp faltering momentarily, and the intoxicating scent of pony musk begins to fill the room once more as Minuette, too, swiftly gets back into the mood. You nip gently at her neck, and a surprised, pleasured "Nnn-!" escapes her lips as the rippling pressure pumping at your dick increases its pace. After a couple more minutes of this, Minuette growls, and the magical aura surrounding your prick quickly grows to encompass your whole body, throwing you softly back down to the couch on your back. Minuette spins to face you, her eyes shining with naked desire.

"I want you inside me, NOW!"

You are happy to oblige her. The unicorn climbs atop you, steadying your prick with her magic as she positions herself atop you. Once she is satisfied that she is lined up appropriately, your head pressing against the torrent of heat that is her slit, she begins to slide down. A decidedly unladylike "Oh, fuck YES!" escapes her as your sensitive cockhead enters her. Growling with desire of your on, you quickly grab hold of her flanks and pull down HARD, spearing her with your virility. Minuette yelps as her pussy lips spread tightly around your tool, urgently working and twitching at your cock. Her eager panting matching your own, the unicorn pulls herself up, her pussy resisting your cock's withdrawal with delicious friction, before plunging back down onto your lap once again. As she moves to repeat the process, you once more take her flanks in your hands, pulling her back down onto your erection just as your cockhead begins to slip free.

"Oh, Celestia, YES!" Minuette screams, bouncing up and down in your lap with increased fervor. Her marehood milks you as though it has a mind of its own: embracing you eagerly on every thrust, resisting and pulling every time she pulls away, and twitching rapidly around you every time you bottom out inside of her depths. The rest of the world disappears into a haze of meaninglessness: the only thing that matters is continuing to fuck your beautiful, wonderful mate. As Minuette begins to tire, unable to maintain her frantic bouncing pace, you pull her down, kissing her once on the lips before flipping over. Now with the unicorn beneath you, you begin to breed her urgently, fucking her ever so receptive pussy with all the vigor you can muster. Minuette alternates between watching your face, and staring in fascination at where your two bodies are joined, eyes half-lidded with passionate affection. Her marehood still twitches around your length, desperately coaxing you for your seed, as the unicorn urgently encourages you with soft whispers of "Yes, yes...!" You grit your teeth, balls tightening, and feel yourself on the edge. Clearly sensing it coming as well, the unicorn's pussy tightens around you.

In that eternal moment, you look down, and see Minuette's face, twisted up in an expression of pure bliss. And in that eternal, timeless moment, you realize, beyond a shadow of a doubt: nothing you've ever done has ever felt so right.

Your voices cry out in perfect harmony as you both climax, rope after rope of thick, hot, human cum shooting into eagerly receptive pony womb, coating it white with your seed. Minuette's marehood clenches down tightly around you, the hot flesh holding you like a vice as you ride out your respective orgasms, ensuring that you give her every last drop you have to offer. You fall to the bed panting, as exhausted as though you had just run a marathon, and Minuette is right there with you in delirious exertion. You can't help but notice that even her gasps sound cute. Once your body no longer feels like the surface of the sun, you pull her tightly against your body, spooning her. She sighs, relaxing into the embrace.

Nearly an hour later, the two of you stumble wearily to your bed. Minuette leans heavily against you, too exhausted to perform even the most basic levitation, and you have to help her up and under the covers. She sighs gratefully, pressing her body against yours. Despite your exhaustion, you gaze over at your alarm clock. It is not the time, however, but the date that catches your attention. Friday night... well, Saturday morning, technically.

Hey, Minuette.

"Nn?" She replies, not bothering to look up.

Do you work on the weekend?

"No... why?"

Neither do I.

Now you have her attention. With great effort, the unicorn sits up, blinking at you through the mush that is her thoughts.

Got any plans this weekend?

She stares at you. Then, slowly, her face splits into a grin that mirrors yours.

Author's Note

Honestly, I slightly prefer the name Colgate, but I'd rather not deal with that can of worms. Also, if you think the pegasus in the beginning was supposed to be someone in specific and you know who, you're probably right.